Annie’s Gift by Author Barbara Bretton
Happy holidays to all Give a big welcome to Barbara Bretton, author of Annie’s Gift.
Have a seat and grab an insulated mug. I’ve got hot chocolate, hot cider and coffee. Choose your pot, they’re labeled. Pick your choice of a Snicker-doodle, Chocolate Chip or Peanut butter cookie from the plate. Yep, I baked them myself. Lets see what Annie’s Gift is all about. But first lets check out Barbara’s Christmas Eve Brownie Extravaganza. My mouth is watering already! Thanks for joining us!
When it comes to the holidays, I am a traditionalist. Whether it’s the movies we watch, the music we listen to,
or the food we eat, I look forward to revisiting those old (and beloved) favorites every single year.
traditions is our Christmas Eve Brownie Extravaganza. Deep. Dark. Still warm
from the oven. Crowned with a ginormous scoop of vanilla ice cream topped with
a holiday-red maraschino cherry.
pleasure to just Christmas Eve? These brownies would be delicious any day of
the year!
melted
melted
vanilla. Add the melted chocolate and butter. Blend until light and airy. Add
flour, then nuts (if using.)
oven in two 8-inch pans for 25-30 minutes. Do not overcook. They should be
moist in the center. The timing is personal. Keep checking and take it out of
the oven when it’s reached the degree of doneness that warms your heart.
like autumn leaves crackling underfoot, and then felt a soft rush of
cinnamon-scented air as a small form appeared then disappeared right in front
of his eyes.
paralyzed with fear and hope, as she took form one more time, looking less like
a hologram and more like a flesh and blood woman. The woman he had loved since
he was sixteen years old.
name tore from his throat and spilled into the space between them. This was his
Annie, before sorrow and sickness had taken their toll.
laughter danced in the air around her. “I did it! How about that, Harry? I
did it!”
her hand but it was like grasping cotton candy. His brain was a bowl of
overcooked oatmeal. “I don’t know what’s going on.”
to spin. He could feel himself starting to go under and he put his head between
his knees.
sugar,” she said, shaking her head. “I don’t miss that at all.”
blood sugar,” he managed, gulping in some air. “I’m talking to a ghost.”
put it that way, I guess you are.”
was there to put it? He had buried his beloved wife six months ago and now here
she was in their living room acting like nothing had happened.
huge gulp of air then lifted his head.
here,” she said, her tone softening. “You can trust your senses.”
his disbelief beginning to show cracks. “How?”
arms wide. “Look at this place! You’d never know it was Christmas Eve.”
like Christmas Eve.”
put some effort into it. Put up a tree. String some lights.” She aimed a sharp
look in his direction. “Place the candles in the window where they belong.”
into a scowl. “Did you forget your promise?”
was made a long time ago. Things change.”
doesn’t.”
family anymore. When I lost you, I lost everything.”
and for a second he imagined he felt the touch of her hand. But that was crazy,
wasn’t it? She was no more real than Santa Claus or Easter Bunny.
because I love you,” she said. “And because you need me tonight.”
to overwhelm him. He wanted to believe.
every night, Annie. That’s never changed.”
the night you asked for me.”
was standing there next to the refrigerator with a carton of brown eggs in his
hand.
the eggs were on the floor in a yellow and white mess and his Annie was in his
arms.
long enough to know that second chances didn’t happen often in life.
wasn’t going to let her go.
It was wonderful having you with us today. Please feel free to stop by anytime. Good Luck with Annie’s Gift!
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