Summertime isn’t summertime without pies. My mom loved to bake pies. Her pies always went with the fruit season. She’d start in June with cherry pies, July was blackberry, August was peach, and September was apple. I’d love hanging in the kitchen when she was pie-baking. She made her own crust with Crisco shortening from a big tub and real butter cut with two knives. I would always get to eat a few of the leftover pieces of pie crust that she cut from the edge. The rest she’d bake up in the oven with brown sugar and cinnamon. I’ve tried to carry on the tradition of pie baking. I usually bake four or five pies in the summer. This year, with book deadlines, I haven’t baked a one. I just can’t seem to find enough time to pit cherries, slice peaches, and make pie crust. I was feeling pretty guilty until I stumbled upon an easy Key Lime Pie recipe. And because I know you’re busy too, I thought I would pass it along so your Summertime could have some pie love!
Easy Key Lime Pie
Graham Cracker Crust: you can just use a store bought or it’s really easy to put one package of graham crackers in a ziplock bag and smack them with a mallet until they’re crushed. Add 1/4 cup sugar and 1 teaspoon salt to the bag and mix, then pour into a bowl of 6 tablespoons of melted butter. Mix thoroughly and press into a Pam sprayed pie pan and bake at 325 degrees for 8 to 10 minutes. Let cool for 30 minutes before you pour in filling.
2 14oz cans of sweetened condensed milk
1/2 cup of light sour cream
3/4 cup key lime juice (I just used regular limes.)
Zest of two limes.
Mix all ingredients, pour into crust, and bake at 350 degrees for 10 minutes. Let cool slightly, then refrigerate for at least 3 hours. Serve with whip cream–just for Mom, I made my own with 1 cup heavy cream, 1 teaspoon vanilla, and 1/4 cup powdered sugar. A slice of lime on the whip cream would be a pretty final touch–I just ran out.
What’s your favorite Summertime Pie?
Hubba’s idea of a vacation and mine are two different things. My idea includes warm sunshine, sandy beaches, waiters who keep you in tropical drinks, and Internet access so you can stock your e-reader. Hubba’s idea of a vacay usually includes exercise, getting dirty, and something scary. Which was why I was a little leery when he took charge of our July 4th weekend.
“Don’t worry about a thing, Babe. I’ve got it covered,” he said.
Got it covered. If I hadn’t had three deadlines due on the same day, those words might’ve struck a chord of fear in me. He had it covered when he fixed the water heater and flooded our upstairs. Had it covered when he babysat our newborn daughter and I arrived home to find the diaper on wrong and baby poop everywhere. And he had it covered when he decided to get rid of our old Christmas tree by burning it in the fireplace. (I’m happy to say that our house is still standing, but our fireplace brick is charred beyond repair.) Unfortunately, I didn’t remember these past experiences until I was in a cabin in the middle of nowhere with bloodsucking mosquitos, bath towels the size of a peanut butter sandwich, a lumpy mattress, little phone service, and no Internet access. Zippo. Nada. Nothing. I couldn’t Facetime with my new grandson, text my friends, Facebook my readers a Happy 4th, or tweet about how my husband did not have it covered. I was off the grid. And I was not happy about it. I became even more not happy when he plopped a helmet on my head and strapped me into an off-road golf cart that was named after the thing I use to shave my legs.
“Now this is going to make it all worth it, Babe,” he said as we peeled away from our cabin in a spray of gravel. It was hard to be convinced when your insides were being jarred out and you were choking on dust and bugs. And when you couldn’t share any detail on social media.
But as we climbed higher and higher into the Colorado Rockies, something happened. I realized what being off the grid meant. It meant that I wasn’t scrambling to post a picture, or tweet, or Facebook, or check my emails. It meant that all I had to do was enjoy the moment. And each moment was filled with breathtaking scenery and amazing wildlife. I took some pictures with my phone, but mostly I just held Hubba’s hand and took pictures with my mind. Being off grid made me realize that sometimes you only need to share the moment with the person next to you.
Everyone else can hear about it later on your website.:o)
Here it is! This is the cover of the first book in my new billionaire series!
A BILLIONAIRE BETWEEN THE SHEETS
Overnight billionaires, the Beaumont brothers are thrust into life in the fast lane with exotic cars, private jets . . . and sex and success on their minds.
A commanding presence in the boardroom and the bedroom, Deacon Beaumont has come to save the failing company French Kiss. He was born to be boss in this glamorous new world of lacy lingerie and stunning supermodels. But one bold and beautiful woman dares to question his authority.
Olivia Harrington has dedicated her life to the company’s success. Just because Deacon is sexy as hell doesn’t mean he’ll make a better CEO. With a limitless supply of push-up bras and garter belts, Olivia turns her considerable feminine charms on Deacon to discover what makes him tick . . . and reveals instead the billion reasons why she wants him to stay.
Writing is one of those jobs where you don’t have a lot of interaction with people. Social media has certainly helped, but writers still spend the majority of their time alone in a room with only their fictional characters to keep them company. So when real people contact us to let us know that they’ve read our books and enjoyed them, it’s like our boss just walked into our office and told us “Great job! Keep doing what you’re doing!” It inspires us, motivates us, and just makes us want to punch the air with a big “Yeehaw!”
Since I started writing, I’ve received the most wonderful reviews, cards, letters, emails, Facebook comments, and Tweets from readers. And each one has brightened my day and reminds me why I do what I do. Below is an email I received last week from a reader. And I’m still on a high from it.
So thank you, my most precious readers. Thank you for reading my books. And thank you for taking the time to write, email, review, or post. I greatly appreciate your love notes.:o)
So I did it. I did what thousands of women–and men–are doing. I went to see the movie Fifty Shades of Grey. Now here is where you need to stop reading if you haven’t seen the movie. Or if you are just bored silly by the entire Fifty Shades phenomenon and now hate anything to do with gray ties, spankings, and lip biting. Personally, I liked the series and was more than a little curious about how they were going to work around all the sex scenes and keep an R-rating. And I must admit that they did a phenomenal job. The sex scenes–in and out of the Red Room–were hot but tastefully done. Although, by the end of the movie, I was over seeing Dakota Johnson naked. Yes, I appreciate a beautiful body, but enough is enough. Dakota did do a great job of portraying Anastasia. She looked like a college coed and was innocent and sexy at the same time.
I did not, however, like Jamie Dornan as Christian Grey. Sigh. It isn’t because he’s not cute as all-get-out. Or even sexy. He just isn’t who I had pictured as Christian Grey. I picture Christian as a confident, dark, brooding man who acts years older than his age. To me, Dornan looked and acted more innocent than Anastasia. He has sweet eyes and a button nose. He speed walks. And I burped my babies harder than some of his spankings. But I didn’t like Taylor Lautner as Jacob in the first Twilight either and ended up loving him. So maybe there’s hope.
I also didn’t like the dead air–those long pauses in the movie where people who had read the book knew exactly what the characters were thinking but people who hadn’t read the book were probably thinking WTF. Personally, I think the screenwriters needed to fill in the blanks with something called dialogue. Christian: “You’re biting your lip, Miss. Steele. Are you nervous?” Anastasia: “It’s a habit.” Christian: “One someone needs to break.” Just three or four little lines and everybody would get that Christian is into Ana’s lip biting.
And I thought it was weird that Christian gave Ana a pencil. Why would Grey Industries, a multi-billion-dollar company, have pencils rather than nice pens?
But regardless of the pencils, burpings, and innocent Christian, I liked the movie. If you’ve read the series, go see it. If you haven’t read the series, you probably should still go see it. The sex scenes alone are worth it.
My daughter CA Girl is pregnant with my third grandchild and my first grandson and she’s due any day now! And being an excited grandma, Roo and I are already in sunny California awaiting Sugar Bear’s arrival. (That’s one of the perks of being a writer. As long as you have your laptop, you can travel wherever you want for as long as you want.:o)
While shopping at Target, I stumbled across this card and had a good laugh. At one point, Hubba’s conversations hearts would’ve included all three, but now, he drinks more Dr. Pepper than Bud, and since I started writing full-time, he’s learned to cook. Yippee! So the only one he’d still include is the booby one. (Yes, he’s a boob man, which doesn’t explain why he married a woman who had the nickname of Pancake in high school.) I would also add these to his hearts . . . Where’s the Remote? I Luv Fritos. I Did Take the Chapstick Out of My Pocket!
And what does he think my conversation hearts would say? Nice Abs. Whatever. More Chocolate. Did You Take the Chapstick Out of Your Pocket? I Luv Cowboys. Ha! After thirty-eight years, I think he knows me.
There are still some people who read my bio at the back of a book and think I live in the deserts of Mexico. But I actually live in New Mexico, which is part of the United States–much to the disappointment of my relatives in Iowa who like to introduce me as their foreign cousin who can get bargain deals on sombreros and tequila with real worms. And I while it’s true that I live in a desert region with lots of cactus, lizards, snakes—yes, I said snakes—and tumbleweeds (tumbleweeds that can get hooked under your car and make you think you’re having engine trouble and so you pull into a gas station where the guy removes the tumbleweed and then looks at you like you are an A-class idiot.), I also live right next to the most beautiful mountains you’ll ever see. They are part of the Rocky Mountains–the Sandia (Watermelon) and Manzano (Apple tree. I guess the Spaniard who named them was craving fruit at the time.) Mountains. We have a ski area, hiking trails, campgrounds, and a tram that takes you all the way to the top of Sandia Peak. (10,678 ft)
So if you live in the USA and want to come visit me, you won’t have to go through customs. Or if you just want to send your favorite author a huge box of chocolate, you won’t have to fill out a mile-long form and pay a buttload of money. Unfortunately, I can’t get you any deals on sombreros and tequila with worms.:o(
To celebrate the release of The Last Cowboy in Texas (December 16th), I’m giving away a $50 Amazon gift card and these cute cowboy boot stockings filled with some of my books. To enter to win either of these prizes, all you have to do is sign up for my newsletter. (Sign up is on my website and Facebook author home pages.) If you’re already receiving my newsletters, you’re already signed up. The two winners (one for the gift card and one for the stockings) will be drawn on Friday, December 19th, 2014. So keep a lookout for an email with “Katie Lane Winner!” as the subject. Sorry, but the stockings are only offered to folks living in the United States and can’t be sent to post office boxes. Good luck and Happy Holidays!
And the winners are . . . Margie Hager and Jennifer Schultheis! Congrats ladies!!
Starting December 8, 2014, you can get the ebook version of Hunk for the Holidays (The first book in my Hunk for the Holidays series) for only $1.99! This sale price should be available through most ebook retailers. (Amazon, B&N, Kobo, Google Play, etc.) So if you haven’t brought home a Hunk, here’s your chance at a bargain price!