Friday, December 7, 2012
Posted by Liane Gentry Skye
Drunken Noel Scones
1 3/4 c. all-purpose flour 1/4 c. sugar 2 t. baking powder 1/4 t. baking soda 1/4 t. salt 1/4 c. butter, softened 1/2 c. sweetened dried cranberries 1/4 c. grand marnier or amaretto 1/2 c. white chocolate or vanilla chips 1 t. grated orange peel 1/2 c. vanilla yogurt 1/3 c. buttermilk*
1 to 2 T. buttermilk 1 T. sugar 1/2 t. grated orange peel
One hour before prep time, combine cranberries and grandmarnier/amaretto in a small saucepan. Warm to boiling, cover and let sit.
Heat oven to 375 degrees. Grease cookie sheet with shortening. In large bowl, combine flour, 1/4 cup sugar, the baking powder, baking soda and salt. With pastry blender or fork, cut in butter until the mixture resembles coarse crumbs.
Drain cranberries, reserving liquid. Stir in drained cranberries, white chips and 1 teaspoon orange peel. Add yogurt and 1/3 cup buttermilk; stir just until dry ingredients are moistened.
Shape dough into ball; place on floured cookie sheet. With well floured fingers, press or roll dough into 8 inch round. Cut into 8 wedges; do not separate.
Brush dough with 1 1/2 T. buttermilk combined with 1/2 T. reserved cranberry liquid. In small bowl, mix 1 tablespoon sugar and 1/2 teaspoon orange peel. Sprinkle over dough.
Bake 15 to 20 minutes or until edges are light golden brown. Immediately remove from cookie sheet; place on serving tray. Cool 5 minutes. Cut into wedges. Serve warm.
NOTE: * To substitute for buttermilk, use 1 teaspoon vinegar or lemon juice plus milk to make 1/3 cup.
Makes 8 scones
And Here’s the Nookie! From my Christmas novella, Believe:
Smiling, Virginia snuggled deeper in the decadent linens, willing herself to return to that carefree place where dreams and reality had melded.
Where he lived.
She slipped her hands along her belly and palmed the swells of her breasts, imagining that it was his much larger hands cupping her sensitive flesh.
Wow. Did that ever feel good.
Fingertips rimming her nipples, she slipped back into the part of the dream where she’d thrust her bottom closer to the long, lean body spooning her from behind. Pleasure razed down her spine as her mind recreated the sizzling length that had pressed against the small of her back, announcing his desire.
Mercy, if her mystery man’s gentle caresses hadn’t been the sweetest thing she’d ever known, then the ample evidence of his excitement rising at the small of her back was.
Now there’s what I really want for Christmas.
No way did she intend to wake up just yet. Not until she’d dreamed of taking that bodacious hardness high inside her, unleashing all the decadent tension his loving care had built there. Virginia squeezed her thighs together, rocking against the damp need that bloomed from within.
But while the friction was delicious, it wasn’t enough to win her the release she craved.
She rolled her nipple between her thumb and forefinger while her other hand trailed downward, pushing the sheets away. Her thighs fell open and a crisp rush of air breathed against her folds. Her fingers slicked a trail through the moist curls guarding her sex. A frantic heat built in her center, spiraling outward.
Now that was more like it.
She moaned, knees drawing higher. Her thumb whirled and danced about the budding tissue at her apex, and her back arched, hips tilted upward in their quest for more.
Oh please, yes, more!
And speaking of more, my Christmas three part serial, Naughty Noel begins on December 15th and ends on New Year's Day. Look here for announcements. :) And if you can guess which Christmas story Noel's story is based on in the comments, I'll send you your choice of a pdf or kindle version of Believe. :)