Sunday, October 18, 2009

Deputy Tempe Crabtree's Recipes, Courtesy of Author Marily Meredith

Deputy Tempe Crabtree’s Recipes

Tempe isn’t much of a cook, her minister husband comes up with better recipes that she does. However, here are a couple of her favorites because they are quick and tasty:

Beef Stroganoff with Hamburger

1 pound lean hamburger
1 onion, chopped
2 T. Worchestershire sauce
1 can tomato soup
½ soup can water
Sliced fresh mushrooms
1 small container sour cream

Brown hamburger and onions in a large skillet. Add Worchestershire sauce, soup and water. Stir and cook until hot. Stir in mushrooms. Add sour cream. Mix well. Serve over cooked noodles or rice.

Mini Pizzas

1 package of English muffins
1 can of pizza sauce
Shredded mozzarella cheese
Toppings of choice: Pepperoni, canned mushrooms are Tempe’s favorites.

Open muffins and put each half on a baking pan. Put a spoonful of pizza sauce, sprinkle cheese on each one, and arrange toppings. Bake in a preheated 400 degree oven until the cheese melts. Depending upon how many people you are feeding, increase the amount of ingredients.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Marilyn Meredith is the author of over twenty-five published novels, including the award winning Deputy Tempe Crabtree mystery series, the latest, Dispel the Mist from Mundania Press. Under the name of F. M. Meredith she writes the Rocky Bluff P.D. crime series. No Sanctuary is the newest from Oak Tree Press.

She is a member of EPIC, four chapters of Sisters in Crime, Mystery Writers of America, WOK, and on the board of the Public Safety Writers of America. She was an instructor for Writer’s Digest School for ten years, served as an instructor at the Maui Writer’s Retreat and many other writer’s conferences. She makes her home in Springville CA, much like Bear Creek where Deputy Tempe Crabtree lives. Visit her at http://fictionforyou.com/.


ABOUT THE BOOK:

A Tulare County Supervisor, with both Native American and Mexican roots, dies under suspicious circumstances. Because of Deputy Tempe Crabtree’s own ties to the Bear Creek Indian Reservation, she’s asked to help with the investigation. To complicate matters, besides the supervisor’s husband, several others had reason to want the woman dead.

Tempe has unsettling dreams, dreams that may predict the future and bring back memories of her grandmother’s stories about the legend of the Hairy Man. Once again, Tempe’s life is threatened and this time, she fears no one will come to her rescue in time.

WHAT PEOPLE HAVE SAID ABOUT BOOKS IN THE DEPUTY TEMPE CRABTREE SERIES!

“…Calling the Dead, Judgment Fire and now Kindred Spirits are books not to be missed. The mystery as well as the way Hutch and Tempe work out their differences makes for interesting reading.”Patricia Reid, Best Sellers World

“…Marilyn Meredith has her own unique writing style which brings her readers in and allows them to put the pieces together like a puzzle, and to help solve the mystery as they are engaged in the reading of her work…”Terry South, Quality Book Reviews

“…You cannot go wrong with Tempe Crabtree.”Sarah Brewley, WP Book Reviews

“Marilyn’s stories flow and you don’t want to put the book down. I can’t wait for the next one to go on sale.”Keith Bettinger, Author of: Fighting Crime With “Some” Day and Lenny, or What Happens When Car 54 Where Are You Meets Dragnet

EXCERPT:

Her first dream was about her grandmother. Once again, Tempe was a child, cuddling against the soft warm body. Grandma’s nut brown wrinkled face, always expressive when she told Tempe the Indian stories. Love for her granddaughter apparent in her dark eyes. Tempe smelled the lavender that grandma always sprinkled into her dresser drawers. In the dream, she told a story Tempe had never heard before.

In the old days, women learned never to leave their acorn meal unattended. All day long they made ground acorns on the big rocks near the river. Then they took the meal down to the water to wash out the poison. They left it in the sun to dry, but when they came back it was gone.

Grandma paused dramatically and Tempe gasped. Who could have taken the acorn meal?

None of the women took it. None of the children took it. When they looked around they found big footprints in the sand where they left the meal, so they knew the Hairy Man had eaten it. He liked Indian food too and was smart enough to know he needed to wait until the acorn meal was leached of its bitterness before he took it. After that, they always set aside a portion of the leached meal for the Hairy Man. The women always wondered if the sound of them pounding the acorns let him know when it was time to come for his share of the food.

Tempe wanted to ask her grandmother questions about the Hairy Man, like did he still come for the acorn meal, but she faded away.

The only reason Tempe remembered this dream was because she had an urgent need to go to the bathroom. On her way back to bed, she noticed Hutch hadn’t joined her, so it must still be evening. Still sleepy, she thought briefly about the dream deciding it had absolutely no relationship to Supervisor Quintera’s death and promptly returned to her slumber.

Her next dream was a nightmare. Tempe knew she was on the reservation, but it was different looking as familiar places often are in dreams. The buildings all seemed dilapidated and badly in need of repair though she couldn’t see them clearly because of a grayish-yellow swirling mist surrounding everything. Jagged black mountain peaks poked through the clouds. Though she was alone, a feeling of menace was so prevalent, she could almost smell it.

In fact, she did smell a sour aroma mixed with smoke, like someone was burning trash with something toxic in it. Not knowing exactly what to do or where to go, she walked down the road which instead of being paved was dirt, and filled with rocks. No vehicles were around, either moving or parked.

Without warning, a large man who resembled Cruz Murphy stepped out of the fog. He held up a hand, palm out. “Stop. Danger ahead.”

“Maybe I can help,” Tempe said, moving closer to him, but as she did, he faded into the mist.

“Chief Murphy. Cruz, wait. Tell me what’s going on. I need to know.”

He didn’t answer, but another figure appeared from the gloom, Daniel Burcena dressed all in black. His features sharp and menacing. “You should heed warnings that are given to you. You may have native blood flowing through your veins, but your heart isn’t on the reservation. Everyone who lives here can see that. Go back where you came from.”

“I loved my grandmother,” Tempe said. “I’m sorry I wasn’t proud of my Indian heritage. Let me make it up to her.”

“It’s too late. Way too late.”

A warning siren blew. People ran from the buildings, spilling out onto the road and crowding around Tempe. What was going on? The siren stopped for a moment. It sounded again. More shrill this time. It stopped and then shrieked again.

It was the phone. Tempe shook the nightmare from her mind and picked up the receiver. “Deputy Crabtree.”

A strange voice, one that sounded like it was electronically altered growled, “Stay away from Painted Rock.”

Marilyn Meredith’s DISPEL THE MIST VIRTUAL BLOG TOUR ‘09 will officially begin on Oct. 5 and end on Oct. 30. You can visit Marilyn’s blog stops at http://www.virtualbooktours.wordpress.com/ during the month of October to find out more about this great book and talented author!

1 comments:

Marilyn Meredith a.k.a. F. M. Meredith said...

I always get hungry when I read your blog!

Thanks so much for letting me share Tempe's recipes today!

Marilyn