Wednesdays with the Arts: Capri’s Coconut Cookies

I played with a couple recipe making ideas over the past several days. My mom liked one and I hated it. I’ll make it again for her, but I won’t be eating them. This recipe, however, I loved the cookies, she loved them, and they are definitely added to the “make again and again,” list.

I have made this recipe three times. The first time was just putting it together. I actually measured everything–miracles do happen ;). I tend to cook the way my mother taught me which is not a measured science, but when telling other people how to make something  I can’t tell you all to just add a little bit of this and a little bit of that. Well, I could because that’s how I cook and bake, but that would not be fair when you’re not in the kitchen with me to see what my definition of “a little bit of this” actually is.

So, painstakingly, I measured each time I made these cookies except for the third time when I just used the last of the coconut since there was probably just a little more than a half cup left anyway. The recipe is in the picture below and for the PDF click here: Capri’s Coconut Cookies.

Try it out for yourself. It’s fairly healthy…if a cookie can be healthy :). Oatmeal, coconut sugar instead of white sugar, coconut and a few other staples come together to make a delectable cookie recipe. I have another cookie recipe floating through my mind. Once I have all the ingredients I might give my creative kitchen side another go at coming up with another fairly healthy cookie recipe. I’ll have to see as I did actually start working on sewing something new, I’m still knitting, there’s cello practice, gardening and of course writing, editing…you know, a lot to do. I’m not sure I can spend day after day having new creation baking kitchen adventures no matter how fun they are. Ooh, I did cook something fun that I’m going to do again soon. I didn’t measure though so I’ll share a little bit of this and a little bit of that if I do share in the future ;).

Capri's Coconut Cookies Recipe

Fly on the Wall Sunday: The Funeral Planner

The Funeral Planner e-book cover.Valeda Strong never planned on being a funeral planner. But when life throws her a curve, Valeda realizes any job is better than no job at all. When she takes on a contract to plan Global Tech-Cast funerals will this funeral planner find herself in need of a funeral planner of her own?

One tenacious funeral planner, one sexy Asian man, and a whole lot of trouble. Find out how it all comes together in The Funeral Planner.

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“Funeral planner,” he looked at me intently. “Did you always know you wanted to do that?”

No, I didn’t know I always wanted to do it. Heck, I’m not sure I want to do it now, but it pays my bills. You die I eat, but I keep that off my business cards because it would be tasteless—and probably read the wrong way making people think I’m eating dead people instead of just seeing dead people. Well, I do see dead people. I see them when I have to go have the mortician take a picture and make the face match. I see them at the open casket. I see them before they go into the grave, and sometimes, when a family member starts fighting and knocks the casket over and the body spills on to the wet grass I see that they’re lifted back into their resting box. No, I didn’t help put the man in the box, but you know, I supervised. That has to count for something.

Oh yes, planning a funeral in some ways is a lot like planning a wedding. You have grief, like the grief of a mother who thinks the hussy marrying her son is too much of a whore for her good boy. You have the drunk who just seems to guzzle it all down. There are the people who really just come for the food, and then those who come for the sex. There are even those people who seem to be perfectly happy the deceased person is no longer living and breathing. Emotions are definitely plentiful, and vastly different depending on the attendee and just what they actually thought about the deceased. Yes, my job is interesting to say the least.

Instead of saying all that I kept a stoic look on my face and said. “It’s my job to help loved ones find a suitable final resting place. It’s important for the deceased to rest peacefully in a place their loved ones believe would be best for them.”

“Hell, they’re dead what do they care where they rest?”

That shocked me so of course it made me look at him and I didn’t even realize my mouth was gaping open until he said, “just waiting for my tongue huh?” I shut my mouth quick and glared at him.

“Go socialize with your friends. I have things to tend to here.”

He shrugged. “I’m really a nice guy. If you knock the snob off your shoulder you could see that.”

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Grow with Words

I think this is the longest definition of this word that I have seen. I like it because it opens a word I already like up to new dimensions that just makes the word make more sense than it already did. Have a great weekend everybody :).


Confound ~ 1. To cause to become confused or perplexed. 2. To fail to distinguish; mix up: confound fiction and fact. 3. To make (something bad) worse. 4. To cause to be ashamed; abash: an invention that confounded the skeptics. 5. To damn. 6. a. To frustrate: trivial demands that confounded the peace talks.  b. Archaic To bring to ruination.


Source: The Free Dictionary

Friday Dish: Cabbages Growing Heads, Music and other Garden Surprises

You all know I’m a cellist…um cellist in training (C.I.T.) right? Well I am and sometimes…no, all the time, I am my toughest critic. But you know I really think it’s sounding moderately better every other day. It really feels like a mysterious hit or miss to me because I think it depends on how hard I’m planning to be on myself for that day on rather or not I like what I play.

This week I had my first talk to myself, while still in practice, to chastise myself moment. I was warming up with a scale and it was going really well for the second time around until it started to sound really funny. I was still playing the notes that were on the page. Those notes actually belonged to the song down from the scale that I apparently, in the middle of playing, decided to let my eyes drift down to without realizing I did that. I tried to keep going but eventually I thought, “huh?” So I stopped, focused back on my music and then said, “yeah, it would help if you stay on the actual lesson next time.”

In addition to fun with cello this week I have had many fun surprises in the garden. As you can see, the roses are still alive. I’m waiting on the gladioli to flower. I look forward to these every year. I planted so many more in the yard this year than ever before so I can’t wait to see what everything looks like this summer.


IMG_8067Last year the radishes didn’t do anything. I mean I got leaves but there weren’t any radishes growing in the ground. This year I got the lovely surprise of radishes. I pulled these since they were kind of above ground due to the heavy rain washing away some of the dirt, and I really did need radishes for the salad that day.

The cabbages are starting to grow heads ;) and the trees are getting their leaves back.


I started the Capri Montgomery Web site again, and I had some kitchen adventures–some good, some not so much.

That’s all for this time. More Dish next week, same time, same place.

Wednesdays with the Arts: Indie Life and Writing

I let go of my Web site last year and really didn’t have any intention of starting another one. I figure when my domain name expires I’ll let that go too. However, I set up a mini-site on Weebly that I do like. I also have something I’m working on that I thought of putting here on the blog, but given the complicated nature may have to put it on the site…which is why I set it up in the first place. I’m happy with the new site as is so I guess it will be up for a while. Future changes are possible, but it is what it is for now and I’m happy with it. You can see the Capri Montgomery site now.

I’m hard at work with writing, but I’m also trying to remember to take more breaks. Gardening and kitchen adventures seem to be pulling my attention lately so I get to enjoy that. This project feels like it’s going to take forever…but I know it won’t. Little by little it will get done—I hope.

Picture of knitting project.

On the writing front, I am doing a follow up for Shadow Ridge—one of the BBM line books. A reader asked me if there would be one and while I hadn’t planned to revisit the characters in any of the stories I thought about it and decided I would revisit Miles and Bethany. So I’ve done a lot of hand written story writing and I still need to type some of it for the electronic file.

For the Love of Layla might get a revisit, but not right away because I have a couple other BBM line books I need to finish along with other series books too.

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Fly on the Wall Sunday: Love and Flowers

flowersI like this season because flowers they are a growin’.



Now, on to the Fly on the Wall part of this post.


For the Love of Layla cover       For the Love of Layla

Lance Devork is a store security man who gets a view of the gorgeous Layla Jenkins every time she comes in to shop. Layla’s job as a personal shopper keeps her in a lot of stores, but little does she know there’s a man watching her every move and longing for a connection with her. Can Lance step out of the security box and go after the woman he wants?


      Mini Excerpt:

“I’m with him,” she said as she looped her arm around Lance’s arm.

“Really?” The man’s eyebrows rose upward.

“Really,” she nodded with a smile as she leaned into Lance. Lance patted her hand and gave her a soft smile.

“Really?” He nearly broke to a soprano pitch on that one.

Layla leaned in more toward Lance, gave him a soft kiss on his cheek and then whispered in his ear. “Ignore him,” she kissed his cheek again when she felt Lance’s warm breath tickle her neck. She knew he had chuckled softly because she felt it. “Yep,” she finally said. “We have reservations.” She used her thumb to wipe a little lipstick off Lance’s cheek. She didn’t wear lipstick often but she, too, was trying to put her best foot and face forward for this date.

Lance took her hand in his and brought the back of it to his mouth before kissing it gingerly.

“Sure. Right this way…”

For the Love of Layla is on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Lulu (print 2-book combination with Shadow Ridge).