November is here, and Thanksgiving is around the corner. This month, Magical Musings is celebrating turkey day and all the food associated with it…yum! Here is my contribution – a simple and delicious recipe for cranberry sauce that is featured in my Thanksgiving novella, The Secret Life of Cranberry Sauce. Here’s a snippet of the story and the recipe:

TheSecretLifeofCranberrySauce_200x300As she rounded the end of the aisle with a display of horse brushes, dog beds and Katelyn Karr’s Home For the Holidays cookbooks, Aurora stopped mid-step.

No. Way.

It couldn’t be. Anybody but…

Joel Campbell looked up, a can in each of his hands. His forehead furrowed under a wet lock of hair that made him look daring and adventurous. His dark eyes scanned her from head to toe and Aurora instinctively sucked in her stomach. Not that he could possibly see she’d gained a few pounds since heading to Hollywood. Her Rag and Bone car coat covered her from neck to thighs. She started to smile and wave at him, but just as she lifted her hand, he glanced away.

Seriously? He was going to pretend he didn’t recognize her? Or was he giving her the brush-off like he’d already forgotten her?

In the past twenty-four hours since she’d been back in Secret with the show’s cast and crew, most people in her hometown were eager to wave her down, say hi, and ask how the big city was treating her. Not because they’d missed her, but because she was a borderline celebrity thanks to Kate and because nothing remotely interesting ever happened in Secret.

Several looked down their noses at Aurora just like in high school or acted like she’d moved to Mars instead of California. But that was to be expected. No one in Secret ever left, and in their eyes, California, specifically Hollywood, was Mars.

A couple of Aurora’s former friends had been jealous of her good fortune. Now they acted like they didn’t even know her.

Maybe they didn’t. At least not the new her.

So when they’d averted their eyes and crossed the street to the other side, she’d shrugged it off. When they stuck their noses in the air and pretended they’d forgotten who she was, she’d gotten a little pissed. She’d become invisible. Even more than when she’d been the shy, smart girl in high school ten years ago.

But Joel couldn’t pretend she was invisible. Not after all the times he’d given her a ride in his FedEx truck. Not after all the times they’d sang along together to the radio and the talks they’d shared on the back roads of Secret. She knew the truth about his football career. The truth about his mother and his father.

Granted, she’d left without saying goodbye, which was really stupid, but she planned to explain everything on this trip home. Was he really going to stand there and act like he didn’t know her?

His large hands hid the labels of whatever he was buying. He frowned and seemed to weigh his options before he glanced at her again. “Cranberry sauce with whole berries or cranberry jelly?” He held up the two cans for her to see. “Which one should I buy?”

No, hello, Aurora, how’ve you been? No, how could you leave without saying goodbye?

Wow. Okay. Aurora glanced past his wide, running back shoulders to the shelf behind him. Two could play that game. She was sophisticated, and well, Hollywood-ish, and she knew how to act like she didn’t remember him, either…even though during the past six months he’d been all she thought about when she wasn’t working.

Even when she was working. During the Breakfast Bonanza show, the maple syrup Kate poured over her Gingerbread Men pancakes reminded Aurora of the color of Joel’s eyes. During football week, the jerseys they’d used as a backdrop to Kate’s tailgating cook-off shows had made Aurora nostalgic for Joel’s wide shoulders. Those shoulders had seemed like they could hold the weight of the world for her.

But the new Aurora wasn’t about to moon over a man like she had Joel in high school. Okay, so she’d still been mooning over him when she’d left Secret, but again, that was then. This was now. No, siree. No way would she convey with her eyes or any other body part that she’d dialed his number every day since leaving Secret, only to hang up before he had time to answer.

Sure enough, the spot on the shelf behind him was empty. Not another can of Ocean Spray cranberry sauce in sight. Damn.

“Neither,” she answered his question, a mix of desperation and irritation making her voice raise a notch. She marched forward, doing her best to keep the hurt out of her eyes, and snatched the cans from his hands. “But I’ll take them both. Thank you.”

She didn’t bother avoiding the icy puddles as she made a dash for Becky Burkhart’s checkout lane. Behind her, Joel’s voice echoed between the rows of canned goods and instant potato boxes. “Hey, where are you going with my cranberries?”

His cranberries? Well, that’s what he got for pretending he didn’t know her. She almost chuckled at her cleverness as she rounded the end of the aisle again, her boot heels squeaking in the water he’d left behind.

But then one of her platforms slipped. Her ankle twisted. Her upper body went one way, her lower body the other, and the next thing she knew she was looking up at the brightly lit Miles Market ceiling, her head hitting the floor with a loud whack.

Her ears rang. The cans went flying, along with the breath knocked out of her chest. Black dots danced on the edge of her vision and she blinked hard to clear them away.

A face appeared above her, a crooked grin plastered on Joel’s face. The grin Aurora used to find irresistible and now found a tad obnoxious. The overhead lights created a halo around his dark hair. “Is that how they do it in Hollywood, Aurelia?”

An embarrassed flush warmed her cheeks. Her voice shook. “Did you just call me Aurelia?”

He held out a hand to help her up and gave her a chastised puppy look. “My bad. I meant Ariella. Or is it Arissa?” Slapping his head with his palm, he rolled his eyes. “Wait. It’s Arianna, right? I’m so bad with names.”

Liar. He knew everyone in the three-county area, thanks to his job with FedEx. The job he’d taken instead of the football scholarship in order to keep an eye on his father after his mother died.

The luscious maple syrup eyes that had always been kind to her stared down into her plain old brown ones and the cranberries, Hollywood, and her new life away from this small town hell faded into the background as she realized the awful truth.

Joel Campbell truly had forgotten her.


Cranberry Ambrosia

1 cup fresh or frozen cranberries

¼ cup sugar

1 tablespoon grated ginger

1 tablespoon grated orange rind (optional)

2 oranges, peeled and sectioned

Combine first three ingredients in sauce pan, cover and cook over medium heat two minutes.

Uncover and continue to cook, stirring constantly for another three minutes or until cranberry skins pop.

Remove from heat and stir in orange rind if desired. Cool fifteen minutes.

Add orange sections and chill at least four hours or overnight.

Yield: 1 ½ cups


Happy Thanksgiving! Here’s to good friends, excellent food, and wonderful memories!

About Misty Evans

USA Today Bestselling Author Misty Evans writes the award-winning Super Agent series, as well as urban fantasy and paranormal romance. She likes her coffee black, her conspiracy theories juicy, and her wicked characters dressed in couture. When her muse lets her on the internet to play, she’s on Facebook and Twitter.
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12 Responses to

  1. Edie Ramer says:

    Misty, it’s a great excerpt! And I’m copying the recipe and making it. I’ve never made cranberries out that weren’t out of a pan, and this year I’m going to do it. 🙂

  2. Misty Evans says:

    This recipe is easy peasy, Edie. It has a nice tang that works with dressing and turkey quite well! Have a tasty Thanksgiving!

  3. Kym Amaral says:

    Can’t wait to read The Secret Life of Crandberry sauce. My great aunt use to always make the ambrosia, thanks for the recipe !

    Happy Thanksgiving !

  4. Chris says:

    Looks like a great read and look forward to it 🙂

    Happy Thanksgiving everybody!

  5. Amy R. says:

    Hi Misty! I need to try this recipe. I think I could handle it. I loved Secret Life of Cranberry Sauce. It was such a good read around the holidays! Hope you and your family have a Happy Thanksgiving!
    Amy R.`s last blog was …Review & Giveaway: A VAMPIRE’S CHRISTMAS CAROL by Cynthia Eden

  6. Dale Mayer says:

    Love the title of the book! I usually only do cranberry sauce on big holidays but it really does deserve to be eaten more often!
    Dale Mayer`s last blog was …Design Trilogy

    • Misty Evans says:

      I agree, Dale. And cranberries are good for you, so I throw them in lots of things. I like to get the cherry flavored cranberries for my morning oatmeal. Yum.

  7. Loved that excerpt, Misty! I hope you and your family have a wonderful Thanksgiving! *hugs*
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