Brandon's Very Merry Haunted Christmas by A.J. Sherwood

“A man that’s FBI approved to be an anchor,” Hannah added. He’s got a man coming in.”īeau’s bushy white eyebrows went up. Hannah must have been right behind him, as I heard her clearly say, “Oh, this isn’t for us.

How come you haven’t cooked like this before, Mack?” “God, I feel like I’ve just stepped back in time to my mother’s kitchen. The eggs, of course, would take five minutes flat.īeau wandered in and took a deep breath. Hash browns were going on the back eye, as I had second thoughts about only offering biscuits, fruit, and eggs to Brandon. The fruit was already cut up and in cute glass bowls on the table. I quickly finished those up, popped them in, then went about cooking the sausage and gravy. The biscuits took thirty minutes to bake, so he’d come in with them fresh out of the oven. “Yup, see you then.” That would work out about perfectly, in fact. “How about you just come over and I’ll feed you? Breakfast foods are a bit challenging for me in restaurants.” Mostly because it all consisted of butter on top of or in something. It sounded as if he was barely awake but still functional. Swearing, I quickly wiped one hand off and accepted the call before it went to voicemail. I was wrist deep in dough when my cell phone rang in my back pocket. My mama had taught me when I was a little over knee-high, and it was more muscle memory than anything at this point. You mixed it just enough to get everything more or less blended, then you pinched off the batter to make cathead biscuits and dropped them into a well-greased cast iron skillet. Dinner rolls, you wanted the dough to be consistent and well blended. The trick to good biscuits was to not overwork the dough.

Brandon's Very Merry Haunted Christmas by A.J. Sherwood