Hello, lovely people. SO. Yesterday (or maybe today, depending on when I post this...), this super awesome book came out by Rachel Harris called Taste the Heat! Check it out real quick before I go on:
Taste the Heat by Rachel Harris
Release Date: July 8, 2013
Publisher: Entangled: Bliss
Buy It: Amazon | B&N
Description from Goodreads:
One sexy fire captain. One Cajun chef, One combustible kitchen…
When chef Colby Robicheaux returned home to New Orleans to save her family restaurant, the last person she expected to reconnect with was her brother’s best friend and her childhood crush. As tempting as a sugar-coated beignet, Jason is one dish she doesn’t want to taste. Colby is counting down the days till she can leave the place where her distrust of love and commitment originated and go back to Vegas.
Fire captain Jason Landry isn’t looking for love, either. He knows he should focus on finding the perfect mother for his daughter, but when he first sees Colby, all grown up and gorgeous, he can’t help but be drawn to her. And when she suggests a no-strings-attached fling, Jason doesn’t want to say no.
As their relationship grows more intense, Colby finds that Jason isn’t as easy to leave behind as she thought. Could turning up the heat on something real be worth the possibility of getting burned?
I already read Taste the Heat and I loved it. Legit--LOVED. And I wanted to let you know that. Because it was seriously fantastic. (I DID review it for Bookish, but it's not posted yet, but here's a link to my Goodreads review if you want to check it out!) And then Rachel Harris, being the brilliant person she is, mentioned that writing about cooking with our families might be something fun to read about, since it has to do with Taste the Heat.
At first I was like, "Pfft, I don't cook. Darn."
But now I'm like, "WAIT."
First of all, I am the pickiest eater of all time. I always read about people randomly having food together and I always think how HOLY CRAP I'd never eat that. I am NOT the kind of person who you can just give food to and tell me to try it. I wish I was, but I'm just not.
Seriously. I don't even like PANCAKES, y'all.
I do like waffles, though.
So...cooking isn't really my thing. If it were to be, it would be incredibly limited by what I like. And that's really no fun. BUT, I do like baking.
Okay, let's get the laughter out of the way now: Jessica Baker likes to bake, hehehe hahaha.
I don't bake often. I am incredibly lazy and we don't exactly have ingredients to make kickass cookies lying around all the time (sadly). But then there is Christmas, and I must say--if there ever was a time for cookies, CHRISTMAS would be it.
How does this tie in with Taste the Heat? The main girl, Colby, is a chef. Her family owns a restaurant. Cooking is/was a family thing growing up for her. And then the guy, Jason, has a daughter named Emma. They cook together and it's important. FOOD and COOKING are two things that very much bring people together in this book.
--OKAY, BACK TO WHAT I WAS SAYING--
Christmas cookies. I remember when I was in, like, second grade. We were making these cookies around Christmas time and it was getting late. My brothers had gone to bed and I was waaaaaaay too excited about the cookie thing to follow their lead. So my mom let me stay up while the cookies did their cooking thing in the oven. And when they were cooling down on the counter. And then she and I put the pretty pink and green and blue icing on the tops of them.
^That. That right there? It probably seems like nothing, and I honestly don't remember a bunch of details from that night (because it was, like, nine years ago), but it was really nice. It's something I think back on whenever families cooking together come up. It's also what I think about happily every Christmas season when we bake those FANTASTIC cookies.
And that is my story! Sadly, it's all I have since I don't really cook. Unless you want stories about my brother and I buttering biscuits on Thanksgiving, which actually wouldn't be a bad idea...my brother is a goofball. But NOPE.
That is my story. WOOT!