Celebrating With A Grand Finale And Gearing Up For A Second Season Of When Fact Met Fiction

Okay, Since the Grand Finale of When Fact Met Fiction we HAVE been writing – a lot.  Just not on the blog.  And we are sorry for being silent for a bit. But we’re back, so let us catch you up on what’s been happening.

The Top 5 Things That Have Kept Us Too Busy To Write Blog Posts:

  1. We had a GRAND FINALE!

    We filled up seats at Asheville Pizza and Brewing co. on Merrimon Ave. with cast, crew and some amazing fans to watch the entire first season of When Fact Met Fiction. As you can see, we had a fantastic time.

    When Fact Met Fiction premier
    The crazy cast of When Fact Met Fiction. Madison Garris, Rebekah Babelay, Jeff Alexander, Josef Liner, Miles Rice, Karen Covington-Yow and Carol Anderson at the When Fact Met Fiction Grand Finale.
    When Fact Met Fiction premier
    The music team for When Fact Met Fiction. Ethan Liner, Matt Williams and Miles Rice.
     Rebekah Babelay, Jeff Alexander, Mondy Carter and Carol Anderson at the When Fact Met Fiction premier.
    When fact Met Fiction on the big screen.
    When Fact Met Fiction premier
    Director/creator Stefan Liner with Jeff Alexander and Rebekah Babelay to the When Fact Met Fiction Grand Finale.
    When Fact Met Fiction premier
    Madison Garris signs a poster at the When fact Met Fiction Grand Finale.
    When Fact Met Fiction premier
    Karen Covington-Yow gets tickled at the When fact Met Fiction Grand Finale.

    When Fact Met Fiction premier
    Rebekah Babelay and Jeff Alexander.
  2. We had a table read with the cast.

    Not only did this give a feel for where we are going in season 2, but it was just so much fun having these great people in one room again. Can’t wait to start shooting later this year.

  3. We have been tweaking some episodes for season 2 of When Fact Met Fiction as well as writing new episodes.

    This is always a process. I can confidently say that everything we thought would happen for these characters could change. It is never set in stone and is always possible to change until it is a wrap.

  4. We’ve been working on the main page for our crowdfunding campaign.

    This is a huge job and there are only three of us managing it so needless to say, we are covered over, but we’ll do our best along with everything else.

  5. We got some of our cast and team together to shoot the video for our crowdfunding campaign.

    We are blessed with a cast of people who go out of their way to help us out. We worked four hours getting our crowdfunding video shot and we can’t say a big enough THANK YOU to those who were able to participate. They are the best! We’ll share the final video with you soon.

… And we aren’t going to have much breathing room for the next few months. Here’s why:

  1. We are swimming in pre-production stuff –  Finding locations, running auditions for new characters, hiring crew, designing sets, creating our new branding. This list feels endless.

  2. We are managing fundraising –  Not only are we building a crowdfunding campaign, but we are knocking on the doors of businesses and people who love supporting the arts. Especially, those who want to support talent local to Western North Carolina.

  3. We are in development for other projects coming down the line – In order to not lag behind we have to double our efforts where future content is concerned. That means working toward the next big thing, while we are working on the current project.

  4. Sometimes we need to eat, sleep and breath – We try to fit this in on a fairly regular basis. Unfortunately, we don’t always succeed. Good thing we love coffee… and we love what we do.

We can’t wait to bring the next season of When Fact Met Fiction your way. Thank you for being –  THE BEST FANS EVER.

In case you missed it, here is a fun Video Interview with Karen Covington – Yow on playing the part of a ‘cougar’ on When Fact Met Fiction.

Thanks for reading.

 

 

Banana Split Pudding With Praline Sauce. When Fact Met Fiction

Banana Split Pudding With Praline Sauce

Banana Split Pudding With Praline Sauce first makes an appearance in the third episode of When Fact Met Fiction.

Jon is being led away into Celeste’s office for a “talk” with Poppy Stanhope. But on the way Poppy spies the photo display for her recipe, “Banana Split Pudding With Praline Sauce. She stops to address Mel as he prepares to take the photo. She questions why he has a bikini instead of a coconut bra.
POPPY
(joyfully)
My Banana Split Pudding with Praline Sauce…
(correcting Mel)
Shouldn’t there be a coconut bra instead of a bikini.
MEL
Have any laying around?
POPPY
A few.
The story Jon Frank writes on the show and the story that ends up being published have definite differences, but the Banana Split Pudding and the coconut bra play an important part in one of the most entertaining stories found in Southern Sunset Magazine. You can read, Tarzan And The W.A.S.P. before you dive into making some of the best Banana pudding you’ve ever tasted. Or you can watch the episode that inspired it HERE.

This Banana Split Pudding recipe is enough to feed a small crowd.

Perfect for family gatherings and potlucks.

Banana Split Pudding With Praline Sauce. When Fact Met Fiction
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Banana Split Pudding With Praline Sauce
Prep Time
15 mins
 

Banana pudding is a southern staple in the dessert category. Now we have raised the bar by having banana folded in throughout the pudding, adding a delectable praline sauce and strawbeey garnishes.

Course: Dessert
Cuisine: American
Servings: 10
Ingredients
  • 4 1/2 cups Milk
  • 2 cups sugar divided
  • 6 eggs separated
  • 1/2 cup cornstarch
  • 6 Large Bananas
  • 1 tsp vanilla
  • 2 tbsp butter
  • 1 box Nilla Wafers
  • 6 Strawberries
  • 1 cup Brown Sugar Firmly Packed
  • 1/2 cup Half and half
  • 1/2 cup butter
  • 1/2 tsp vanilla extract
  • 1/2 tsp rum extract
Instructions
Pudding
  1. Preheat Oven to 400 degrees F

  2. In a large saucepan whisk 4 cups milk and 1 1/2 cups sugar. Place pan on medium heat and bring liquid to a simmer.

    Pudding
  3. Whisk the egg yolks together .

  4. Temper the egg yolks by adding a small amount of the hot milk then whisk the egg mixture into the rest of the hot milk mixture.

  5. Make a slurry by dissolving the cornstarch in the remaining milk.

  6. Whisk the slurry into the hot milk mixture. bring it to a boil then reduce heat to a simmer. Cook the mixture stirring constantly, until the pudding is thickened. This will take 4 - 7 minutes. Remove from heat.

  7. Chop 3 bananas into 1/2 inch cubes. and slice the other 3 bananas (set theses aside)

    Chopped Bnanas
  8. Fold into pudding the vanilla, cubed bananas and butter.

  9. In a large, oven safe dish make one single layer of Nilla Wafers, sliced bananas, and pudding. Depending on the shape and depth of your dish you will make either 2 or 3 layers. Set aside.

Meringue
  1. Beat egg whites with whip attachment until soft peaks form. slowly add the remaining sugar and whip into stiff peaks.

  2. Cover the pudding completely with the meringue and bake at 400 degrees F for 3-4 minutes. Remove from oven.

Praline Sauce
  1. Combine brown sugar, half and half and butter in small saucepan. Heat to boiling and stir 1 minute. Remove from heat and stir in extracts.

    Praline Sauce
  2. Drizzle praline sauce over the meringue and garnish with strawberries.

Add some pizazz by garnishing with decorative strawberries.

Do you have a favorite dessert that is perfect for serving a large group of people?

Tell us about it in the comments.

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Organic Cat Treats

Organic Cat Treats Your Pet Will Love

      Celeste comes excitedly from her office.

“Six years and we’ve finally hit on what our demographic wants.  Our email has been flooded with stuff like this.”
She picks up a paper and starts to read.
“Finally, a home magazine I enjoy reading.  I love the way you mixed in that fictional story about the lady losing her cat and the sexy Fed Ex driver finding him along the street and teaching the housewife how to make organic cat treats.  Keep up the good work and I’ll keep reading.”

Who doesn’t want to read about a sexy FedEx driver saving a cat?

And all the better if you can get a great recipe for Organic Cat Treats while you’re at it. That is exactly what we have for you today. And our test kitchen at Southern Sunset has perfected a recipe that is “Cat Approved.” Yes, Chloe, our test cat gobbled these delectable treats down like they were the best thing since catfish.

Also, the accompanying story for this recipe is the cat’s meow. In fact it is our first story written from an animal’s perspective instead of a human’s perspective, which is saying something since Jon Frank’s alter ego Nathaniel Embers has been known to kill off his animal characters from time to time. The only spoiler we will offer is that in this story the cat lives. Yay!

To read Jon Frank’s clever story, “Mine” click HERE.

As I said this recipe was a hit with our test subject. So do your feline friend a favor and make them Some:

Organic Cat Treats Your Cat Will Love

Organic Cat Treats
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Organic Cat Treats Your cat Will Love
Prep Time
20 mins
Cook Time
20 mins
Total Time
40 mins
 

Made with wholesome ingredients, these treats will have your cat coming back for more.

Course: Snack
Cuisine: American
Servings: 6 cat servings
Ingredients
  • 1/2 cup Organic powdered milk plus extra to dust treats
  • 1/2 cup Organic whole wheat flour for binding
  • 1 small can Organic chicken
  • 1 tbsp oil
  • 2 tsp water
  • 1 Organic egg
  • 1 tbsp catnip (optional)
Instructions
  1. Pre-heat oven to 350 degrees F.

  2. Combine all ingredients in mixing bowl and thoroughly combine until a soft dough is formed.

  3. Prepare a cookie sheet by lining it with parchment paper coated with organic non stick spray. Sprinkle powdered milk over the parchment paper. Spread mixture over paper and sprinkle with more powdered milk to keep dough from sticking. Layer another piece of parchment paper over the top and gently press down evenly or roll out with rolling pin until 1/4 " thick.

    Remove the top parchment paper and score the flattened dough with a pizza cutter or sharp knife so that you have a grid of half inch pieces.

  4. Bake in prepared oven for 20 minutes or until lightly browned. treats should not be slightly soft. Remove from oven and let cool completely.

  5. Once cooled break the treats apart. Store in an airtight container refrigerated for up to a week.

    Organic Cat Treats

Did you miss the episode where Celeste talks about Organic Cat Treats? Watch it now!

 

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Sexy FedEx Driver

Mine: A story about a cat and her sexy FedEx Driver

Mine

A Story About a Cat and Her Sexy FedEx Driver

By Jon Frank

 He picks me up around my belly. I hate that. But then his bulky muscular arms turn me toward his face and pull me in close. Our eyes lock and he speaks soothingly to me. I should scratch his eyes out, but he sounds kind, he smells good. He rubs my ears. That is my favorite, but of course I resist purring. After all, I need to keep my dignity.
He is calm, not like most Stompers always kicking and thumping about. He is taking me back to her, My Gentle. I do not want to go, and I should kick away and dart for the bushes again. I am sure I am faster. He caught me by surprise when he leaped from his big white truck, but I am ready now. Yet his purple and black shirt feels so rough and nubbly against my nose. I tell him so, but like all Stompers he does not understand me because he is stupid.
She is waiting, My Gentle. She carefully lifts me from his grasp. I struggle some because I like the way he smells – and he is still outside. They meow to each other and My Gentle touches his arm. They yowl some more and he hands her something. He is always handing her stuff. Sometimes it is a big package filled with the poppy-poppy stuff that sticks to my tail. I do not like that. But sometimes it has cat toys in it or nibbles. Then I like him.
They meow some more and she takes me inside. I expect to be scolded but instead she sets me down softly, peers out the window, and sighs heavily.  She mews at me and then hurries upstairs.
I will not follow. There are things in the big room that need attention, but first I must express my anger at being brought inside. The curtains are right there, but the damage is not immediately noticeable. The couch and chairs are a definite no-no. I would spend the night in the garage for that. Carpet? No. Banister? Too permanent, and a trip to the white-clad Stompers.  Laundry? Definitely laundry. I seek out the basket and relieve myself there. I don’t cover it. She needs to know my displeasure. I need to hear the sound of her mournful mewling.
Short Story "Mine"
The kitchen window beckons and I find myself in deep thought there. The birds are unusually quiet for this time of day. I call to them through the screen with my expert bird noises, but as usual they do not respond. They sense danger, but not from me. From something else, probably Nigel, the big black tom next door. I hate him. That sleek muscular build, long winsome tail, and subtle white blazing on his chest may turn the other female’s heads – but not mine. I am far too perfect for him. Yes, it is true I slipped outside this morning because he called. But it was out of curiosity, not desire. If he calls again, I will not answer. I stretch and extend my claws to emphasize my point.
“Nigel, do not come here again tonight under this window after dark when My Gentle is sleeping and where I might or might not be waiting,” I call out.
I jump down and slither into the big room. My perch tree is there and I climb to my throne to survey the kingdom. My Gentle is still upstairs, using water from the sound of it. I too take a cleaning and drift into a short sleep of merely three hours or so. I am rudely awakened by a knock on the door. My Gentle opens it and I am surprised to see the Stomper has returned. My Gentle calls my name, so I deign to acknowledge their presence by jumping down and approaching. The Stomper is carrying bags and he no longer wears the skin he had on this morning. Gone is the purple and black, and he now wears stripes like the fat tabby Holford from across the street. I rub against his legs and act like I want to be petted. If he responds I will let him pet me exactly twice before I bite.
They go into the kitchen. She puts her paw on his arm and he does not pull away. He unloads the bags and wonderful smells assault my senses. There is Meat! Wondrous Meat and something else. Something intoxicating. . .
I jump to the counter and My Gentle shoos me off. I must know what is in that blue box. I tell her to give it to me but of course she does not listen. She is too stupid to understand my clear instructions. I will walk on her feet. She shoves me away and continues talking to the Stomper. Shoves me! That is it. The next time I escape, I shall not return. Until supper. Then I will sit in front of the big window which is also a door, and give her The Look.
The Stomper is opening all the Meat now. He is meowing at My Gentle as he places it on the cutting board. Stupid Stomper, give me the Meat or she will put it on fire and ruin it. But wait, he is doing something else now. Yes, he is adding the blue box stuff to it, the one with the strange heady smell. He puts a small bit into the Meat. He pounds and crushes the Meat now with his sinuous muscles. My Gentle is leaning in closer and she coos softly. Watch out, you silly Stomper. She will act like she wants you to be with her, but she will bite. I would.
Now he mixes in some other things with the Meat. Other delicious-smelling stuff. I will again walk over and delight them with my presence. My Gentle tries to shoo me away again, but the Stomper leans down and gives me a sample of the Meat. Careful, My Gentle. I will steal him from you.
The Stomper returns to his work and sets the bowl aside. He takes something else out of the bag. It is a Fish! A whole Fish!persian cat
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I tell him and rub my body and butt against him. See, stupid My Gentle? This is how you get a man; do you not realize he caught the Fish for me?
My Gentle laughs and cuddles closer to the Stomper, my Stomper. His broad paws knead the Fish and Meat, expertly massaging in the smell-goods he has brought with him. My Gentle now has her own paws in the bowl with the Stomper’s and they are both kneading the Meat. Are they going to sleep in it? Stupids. Give it to me!
I see My Gentle has stepped up her game, because her eyes are dilated and she has lowered the tone of her meow to entice the Stomper.  Ah, ah, ah, My Gentle, you don’t have what it takes. Watch me as I leap to the windowsill and prance with my tail high. Ha! You don’t even have a tail, you silly Manx.
It is time for me to end all this foolishness and take him for myself. I hop to the table, a no-no spot – but this calls for desperate measures. I stretch languidly and ease myself into my most alluring pose and cast my deep, blue Persian eyes upon him. To emphasize my desirability, I lick my muzzle.
My Gentle points to me and laughs again, leaning further into the Stomper. He laughs too as he washes his paws. Witch! You have left me no choice. Now I shall have to use the Move. No male can resist it. He will be mine henceforth and you will be relegated to the lesser males.
I lick my paw, wet my ear, then roll over on my back. But ah, here is the best part. I twist my head a little and quietly mew, “Come here.” Yes! I have him!
He puts the Meat into a dish and comes toward me with it.  An offering for forgiveness of his transgressions with My Gentle. I turn over and meet his paws with my face, making sure to mark him as mine. He sets the bowl down and I smell its delicious aroma. I almost embarrass myself at how quickly I accept his offering.
Later on the couch, I allow My Gentle to sit with him as they watch the flicker of the fire. I lay on the table before him and show him my belly, which he strokes sweetly. He is a good Servant and will be allowed here again. But of course he must be reminded of his place, so I clamp down with all four paws and bite him.

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When Fact Met Fiction

6 pm

6 pm

By Jon Frank

When Fact Met FictionDanny pulled into the parking lot of the nursing home.

His grandmother was nearing the end of a full, beautiful life. He felt ashamed because he hadn’t seen her in over a year, even though she was his only parent. When Danny was an infant his father left his seventeen-year-old mother homeless and alone to care for Danny. A year later she overdosed, so his grandmother became his mother as well. She taught him how to cook, clean, pray, and be a man. He never met his grandfather, Chuck, who had passed away two years before he was born. Nevertheless Danny grew up in Chuck’s shadow, for his grandmother expected him to be the same caliber of man. And oh, how he tried his best to emulate Chuck, a man his grandmother repeatedly insisted was kind, strong, faithful, and courageous. Danny could still picture her face as she spoke of her husband and the respect he showed his dear “Dimples.”

So Danny was certain his unseen grandfather was angry at the way Danny had ignored his grandmother this year. No, not ignored, he told himself. Just gotten too busy. The kids had needs and he was working all the odd jobs he could muster in today’s economy.

Carolyn was understanding to a point. She tried to support his dream of becoming a writer, stopped short of calling him lazy – but she had her limits. Twenty years of marriage, a half-dozen jobs, and a busted college degree settled on Danny like mortar between bricks. Now he was nearing fifty, a sedentary, stagnant pool while the river of his life and health flowed swiftly past. Solid jobs were becoming harder and harder to come by. It seemed no one wanted to hire an old man for the pay he was worth when they could hire two younger men for less than half that.

He and Carolyn had fought over money once again that morning. She was the most understanding, caring woman Danny had ever known, but her love was clearly strained to the breaking point and he knew he was losing her. His “I’m sorry, I’m doing all I can,” wore thin months ago. The truth was he had lost the ability to talk to Carolyn. He felt constantly on the defensive and didn’t know how to start the mending process. He wouldn’t be surprised if she was gone when he returned. So Danny came now to visit the only woman who might be able to help him, if she remembered him.

Danny pushed open the door to the nursing home and made his way down the hallway. He found her room empty and inquired worriedly at the front desk. The nurse was a short woman named Oksana with close-cropped hair. She sported multiple, albeit currently empty, piercings in her ears and nose. A rose tattoo peaked over her hospital scrubs at the collarbone.

“Oh sure, Amanda’s in the kitchen area. She’s in there just about every afternoon. It’s part of her therapy, and anyway it’s about all she can do nowadays. Just follow me.”

Danny’s worry intensified. His grandmother was near ninety! Why was she anywhere near sharp objects, never mind a stove? His anger seethed as they walked the hallway and turned into the kitchen area, but immediately dissipated when he saw his grandmother leaning against the stainless steel table, talking away at two young nursing assistants seated on bar stools nearby. Arranged before her were cooking implements and various bottles, tins, and cartons. Her soft, slender black hands, strong as ever despite her advanced age, were gently crushing a package of cookies still in their wax wrapper. She then tossed the crumbs into a pie pan. Danny knew this recipe well and on many occasions had helped his grandmother make it. It was her Chilled Cookies and Cream Pie. How often had those hands caressed his face or swatted his behind?

“Hi, Gran’manda, it’s me, Danny,” he said timidly.

“Baby! Come on over here and give me some love,” she motioned. “Ladies, this is my baby boy! Ain’t he handsome? Looks like his granddaddy he does. Oh, Law, now there was a man. Looka here at this picture.”

His grandmother had brought along a framed picture Danny knew well. Chuck had been a massive man, strong of jaw and face, with smooth dark skin and a smile of slightly-crooked white teeth. In the photo he was wearing bib overalls and leaning on a long-handled bush axe. Standing next to him was Danny’s grandmother, a gingham kitchen towel in hand, her diminutive frame pixie-like next to the mountain that was his grandfather. They had married just after the war, and the photo was taken on their farm.

The old woman set the picture down with reverence and returned to her baking. “Did I tell you ladies about my man?” Both caregivers shook their heads automatically. “No? Law, let me tell you then. I met him when I was but a girl at Stephens Lee, right here in town. School ain’t there no more, but it was the only school that black folk could go to. Now that don’t mean it wasn’t a good school though. No, sir. Chuck was this big ol’ strapping boy. Mmm-hmm. All us girls wanted to kiss him. We used to joke that we’d have to buy a stepladder first.”     She chuckled to herself. “He had them big broad shoulders and that smile that could melt cold steel, oh, Law yes. Well, them other girls all had their ways to try and get his attention see. Mary Watson had herself a little money so she bought fancy dresses and had her hair did. She was a pretty girl, but she never got more than a look now and then. Pansy Graham could sing like a songbird and tried to show it ever chance she could, but Chuck wouldn’t have it. Now that nasty little Dixon girl would sleep with anything that walked, but she didn’t have anything my man wanted I guess. Now me, I knew what a man needed. He needed some good cooking. I’d slip around to where I knew he was working of the afternoon and bring the work crew he was with pies and such, especially this here cookie pie I’m making. That was always Chuck’s favorite and soon I was his favorite gal, too.”

When Fact Met Fiction story 6pm

Danny’s grandmother paused and added a few more ingredients, whipping them together with a wooden spoon. Then she continued, “Now that damned ol’ war came about and them Nazis was killing our boys off by the hundreds. Chuck was too young really to join up but that didn’t stop him. He says to me, ‘I got to go, Amanda, I got to go.’ And he did. He went to the army recruiter and told him he just had to go and would do about anything to get there. The recruiter looked up at this big ol’ black boy and asked if he could drive a truck. Chuck lied and said he could drive an airplane if it would get him in. So they fixed up his papers and off he went. Served with the Red Ball Express, he did. Helped Patton whip them Nazis good.”

She paused the story to catch her breath and finish up the pie. She shuffled over to the stove with it and Oksana helped her open the oven door. “Is that preheated to three-fifty? It has to be preheated you know, or it won’t cook right. Danny, come check this oven.”

“Yes, Gran’manda.” He made a show of checking it and helped her place the pie crust on the oven rack. He then assisted her to a chair.

“Set that timer there, baby. You know how long. Law, what time is it, anyway? I have to get the rest of supper fixed before Chuck comes home. Always has his supper at six. Now where was I?”

“The war, Gran’manda, you were talking about the war,” he supplied.

“Oh, yeah. My man came out all that without a scratch. Can’t say the same for a lot of other local boys. But Chuck felt personal satisfaction that he had helped speed up the victory.

“I was just glad to have my man back. We got married the day he came home. My daddy did the ceremony. Nine months later I had me a baby girl, Danny’s ma. Now, Chuck he didn’t believe that a baby should come between a man and his wife, no sir. Every Friday after work, we would eat supper at six, and he called that little pig-nosed girl up the street to watch Grace. I’d slip into that yellow dress with the split up to here and down to there,  and we’d go dancing at the James Keys Hotel. Oh Law, that place. It had a band of boys that used to play for Stephens Lee. They could play anything, any style you wanted and my man could dance to any of it too. That boy used to dance my feet off. I’d have to quit sometimes and sit out one or two. He never stopped though, kept right on going. Some of the girls would jump in my place, but I didn’t worry none. I knew who he was coming home to. He was something to see though. That big ol’ boy up there moving and grooving better than any man alive. He was dancing up until the day he died.”

She looked up suddenly, “Oh, Law, what time is it. I’ve got to have supper finished by six. Chuck will be home any minute. Danny, go fetch that girl to come watch Gracie.”

Danny started to tell her that his mother was dead, but Oksana placed her hand on his arm and softly shook her head. “Amanda, we’ll help you with supper. It’ll be all right.”

“You know we were supposed to go out that night? Chuck had gotten this job working on that new building downtown, you know that big old bank building. They hired him cause he could work up high in the steel. My man wasn’t afraid of nothing. He could run them girders like a squirrel. I guess it was all that dancing that made him light on his feet.

“It was that job that killed him though.” She took a big breath and pursed her lips. “Weren’t his fault though. He could have let that boy fall, but that wasn’t who he was. He just dove over that rail and pushed that boy out of the way, he lost his footing though.”

She stopped again. Danny knew the rest of the story. The construction company had “done her right,” as they say, setting her up with a sizable pension because it was the right thing to do in light of Chuck’s heroic act. What they did for Amanda was actually amazing, given the times and their skin color.

Amanda stood and checked her timer. “Danny, get that pie crust out when the timer rings. I have to go and get dressed before Chuck comes home.”

The two nurses helped his grandmother to her walker, and Oksana followed as they made the slow shuffle to her room.

“I want my yellow dress now, baby. Chuck will want me to wear it.”

“Okay, Amanda.” said Oksana, helping her into a bathrobe. “How’s that?’

“Oh, that is fine,” Amanda said, admiring her reflection in the dresser’s mirror. “Now put me near the window so I can watch him come up the walk.”

Danny waited as the three women helped her into a chair by the window facing the inner courtyard.

“What time is it?” Amanda asked, “I have to have supper ready by six for Chuck. It’s Friday, he’ll want to go dancing tonight.”

“He’ll be here any minute, Amanda. Just sit there and we’ll be back with your supper.” Oksana walked over to Danny.

“Is this everyday?” he asked.

“Yeah, most days. She sundowns about this time everyday and lapses into the past. She’s pretty much settled in for the night now. If you want to talk to her, you need to come in the morning when she’s more lucid.”

Danny acknowledged her with a nod. He walked over, bent down, and kissed his grandmother’s forehead. She patted his face.

“Such a handsome boy,” she said. Danny wasn’t sure who she meant, but he took the affection anyway.

He leaned against the car and dialed his cellphone. “Hey. I am really sorry for this morning. And listen, I called your sister, and she said she can keep the kids tonight. Do you want to go out? Maybe go…dancing?”

The End


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Kowareta And nana short story

Kowareta And Nana

Kowareta and Nana

By Jon Frank

He sat solemnly in the small boat as the oarsman paddled quietly behind him. The mist of the afternoon’s rain was beginning to settle on the water, and lanterns were already lit in a few of the shoreline Uchis where the fisher-folk lived.

He had been away a long time. The battles had been fierce and exhausting, but he was finally returning home. He pulled back a sleeve and allowed his hand to glide in the water, enjoying its silky coolness. The setting sun peeked through orange clouds, casting a golden glow on the palace above the village. Oh, how he had missed his house and gardens, his birds and writing desk. But there was something he must do before returning to those grand walls and furnishings.

As he approached the shore, his gaze scanned the shoreline and settled on a particular structure, a squat two-story dwelling with an ornate set of red lanterns festooning the front porch. Would she still be there, his favored one?  Even on this return to his peaceful home, his mind and heart remained at war. He knew it was wrong to feel this way about a geisha. They had met when she was a Minarai, that second level of training when the girl is permitted to follow her teacher or onee-san into banquets. She had just achieved the third level when he departed for war over a year ago. Now a Maiko, she received the full benefits and courtesies of a geisha. She entertained, served her teas, and played the shamisen skillfully. She could attend a man in all manner of ways except physical intimacy – unless consent was given by both parties. Such consummation was rare and deeply frowned upon, however, for it was purity that made a geisha desirable to men. Geishas were tiny, delicate blossoms that any touch would shatter and taint for all time. And his favored one’s elusive, untouchable position is what attracted him to her. Yet he could not deny the truth, that he wanted all of her, to possess her. As a lord, he could choose to buy her outright. But then she would be no more than his concubine, and that was not enough.

The boat bumped the shore and he leaped forward, clearing the bow in one step. Landing surefooted, he drew a deep breath of his homeland, tasting the air and relishing the sounds. He knelt and placed his forehead on the rocky surface, thanking the spirits for a safe return. He stood and nodded to the boatman, who bowed in return.

“Welcome home, Daimyo-san.”

Geisha waits for her SamuraiThe samurai turned on his heel and climbed the three steps to the geisha house. The interior was bright and colorful. Two younger geishas approached and removed his outer clothing and weapons with the tenderness of a mother to her babe. A third girl led him further inside and bade him sit at a low table. She left and returned shortly with tea.

As she began preparing his tea, the samurai caught her eye and asked, “Is she here? Is Nana here?”

The girl nodded, rocked back on her feet, stood, and left silently. In a moment, someone else returned. It was his favored one! The samurai’s breath caught and his heart bent ribs back in its hunger for her. Could it be that his dreams and thoughts had betrayed him all this time? For they were ugly and horrid compared to the beauty before him. She glided like a koi in a stream. Her piercing eyes of the rarest jade green stabbed his soul. Her hair was black as the night sea, and he felt he might need several strong men to restrain him from touching it. She knelt, her back arrow-straight as she prepared the tea.  A tiny smile flitted across the corner of her mouth. She remembered him! He clinched his fist in anguish at her tease.

He kept his eyes on the steaming teacup as attendants brought forth supplies for the meal. Unlike many houses, where food was prepared beforehand by a cook, a geisha in this house prepared the meal for her guest. The samurai’s beautiful host prepared a precise portion of his favorite dish, a refreshing Asian Kale Salad with Craisins. Each motion was carefully choreographed to emphasize the exquisite ivory beauty of her small hands. Working seamlessly between knife and bowl, she expertly carved delicate shapes into radishes and chestnuts and placed bamboo shoots and tiny cabbages in a pleasing arrangement. She completed the dish and set it before him, along with a fragrant dressing of ginger and essential oils. He ate vigorously, glancing at the burning incense stick used as a timekeeper. It showed precious few moments remaining, and he felt his heart ache for her once more.

“Delicate one, I would speak to you before we leave.”

She responded in the traditional “Oh-hoo,” accompanied by a polite nod.

“I have been away a long time,” the samurai said. “I see you have gone beyond your previous training and taken the mantle of Maiko. I have commanded men to die and been willing do to so myself. Yet in this moment I find courage fleeing like a petal on the wind. Your beauty is more formidable than any sword or arrow, and I am defenseless before you. Speak your wishes and I will raze the kingdom to fulfill them.” He punctuated his words by placing a hand at his hip where his sword normally hung. She bent her head lower, then brought her verdant eyes up to meet his own dark ones. She spoke, her voice a whispering wind on temple bells.  “Kowareta-san, I too have longed for your return, but dared not speak of it. I feared for your safety, not from enemies’ weapons, but from the gaze and charms of another woman. For many nights have my dreams found you, and I blush to say you are every bit the man I long for. I have but one wish, yet my position will not allow me to say it.” She cast her gaze downward again. He reached forward to take her chin in his hand. There was an intake of breath from the attending geisha.Quote from the story Kowareta and Nana

“Leave us!” the samurai commanded. Each girl cringed, bowed, and scattered. He turned back to his favored one. “Forgive my harshness, little flower. I mean for our words to be heard only by our ears.”

A sparkling tear ran down her soft, pale cheek before angling to the corner of her lips and finally to the thumb of his hand. He brought her eyes up again to meet his. “Please, speak,” he coaxed.

She took his hand with hers and placed it against her face, not concerned about the disruption of her makeup. “I long to become a full geisha, and yet I long to be joined with the other half of my soul.”

“I too wish to complete my soul.”

The geisha ran her hand along the samurai’s arm and felt the lean muscles there. She continued upward to his broad, stout shoulders and thick neck muscles. The tears came unchecked now, but they had become tears of happiness. He stood and brought her to her feet. The onee-san entered and bowed in respect, her face bright with worry.  “Daimyo-san, what is the trouble? Has this one displeased you? I can replace her.” She snapped her fingers and another girl entered.

“Stop, old woman! Do not dishonor the moment. However, it is true you will need to find another to replace this one – I believe that to be impossible.” He gripped Nana-san’s shoulders and turned to leave.

“Please, Daimyo-san, if you must take her, then let us gather the small belongings from her room.”

“No,” he said firmly, “I will provide all she needs. She leaves tonight and takes nothing but her heart.”

The End


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  1. Mel Tennant does not have a good relationship with the magazine’s celebrity chef, Poppy Stanhope.
  2. Olivia’s favorite author is non other than Nathaniel Embers.
  3. Celeste’s daughter Sunny will be working at the magazine offices in the afternoons.
  4. And Jon, much to the chagrin of Olivia has an incredible grasp on what the readers of Southern Sunset want to read.

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Kale Salad

Asian Kale Salad with Craisins

Kale, the New and Old Superfood

The benefits of eating kale is all over the internet.

Kale is a brassica, which means it’s of the cabbage family. It is loaded with awesome buzzword goodness. It is packed full of fiber, iron, vitamins A, C and of course, K. It has calcium for your bones , antioxidants and best of all is low in fat.Kale Salad ingredients

With all of that power packed goodness no wonder a Samurai, like our hero in the following story, Kowareta and Nana would favor it. Take a moment to read it.

With a few simple ingredients you could be on your way to enjoying a light nutritious side dish like the recipe mentioned in the story above.

 

Here is our version of an Asian kale salad and add a mouthful of healthy flavor to your next meal.

Kale Salad
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Asian Kale Salad with Craisins
Prep Time
15 mins
Total Time
15 mins
 
Cuisine: Asian, Salads
Servings: 4 people
Author: Robin Liner
Ingredients
  • 1 large bunch kale
  • 3 cloves garlic
  • 1 tsp salt
  • 1/2 cup almonds raw, slivered
  • 1 TBS olive oil extra virgin
  • 1/4 cup Parmesan cheese fresh grated
  • 1/4 cup sesame ginger dressing
  • 1 cup cranberries dried
Instructions
  1. Remove the stems from the kale leaves. Cut the kale into small pieces and set aside.
  2. In a large bowl add pressed or chopped garlic, salt and parmesan cheese and mix together.
  3. In a small skillet, on medium heat, combine the olive oil and almonds and sauté until lightly browned.
  4. Add the almonds and the dressing to the garlic mixture and mix well.
  5. Place the kale in with the garlic mixture and toss until all ingredients are thoroughly combined.
  6. Place on plates and garnish with a few dried cranberries if desired. ENJOY!
Recipe Notes

Asian Kale Salad With Craisins is mentioned in Episode 1 of When Fact Met Fiction. Here is the clip from that episode:


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Print out the recipe and as you make and serve some Asian Kale Salad w/ Craisins do it with the same heart of love that Nana shows for Kowareta.

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