Death of a Chocoholic Read Online Free Page B
Author: Lee Hollis
each yolk. Stir in chocolate and vanilla.
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Add flour mixture alternately with the buttermilk, beating well after each addition.
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Beat egg white with electric mixer on high speed until stiff peaks form. Fold into your batter and pour evenly into prepared pans.
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Bake at 350 degrees for 30 minutes or until a toothpick inserted into the center of the cake comes out clean. Immediately run a spatula between the sides of your pan and cake; cool for 30 minutes and remove parchment paper and cool on wire racks.
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For the frosting, in a large saucepan add the milk, sugar, butter, egg yolks, and vanilla, stirring constantly and cook on medium heat 12 minutes or until thickened and golden brown. Remove from heat and stir in coconut and pecans.
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Cool to room temperature to a spreading consistency. Then spread the mixture on the tops of the cakes. Stack the three cakes and finish frosting the sides and top.
Chapter 4
Hayley decided to celebrate her temporary windfall by swinging by the Shop ân Save after work and purchasing three filets mignons for her and the kids for dinner. Gemma especially was a wildly enthusiastic carnivore, so perhaps an expensive piece of meat might help improve her mood.
As usual, the grocery store was packed right after work. Hayley was having trouble maneuvering her grocery cart through the meat and poultry section because of the crowd of shoppers pawing over the ground beef and cuts of steak and boneless, skinless chicken. She thought it best to wait and come back in a few minutes after the traffic jam of metal carts had dispersed.
Hayley veered her cart to the right and steered toward the produce section where she could stock up on some fresh vegetables for a salad and a few rustic potatoes she could bake as a side dish to the steaks. She stopped to tear off a plastic bag from the roll next to the lettuces and perused the washed romaine, when she heard shouting coming from behind her.
Hayley spun around to see who was causing the commotion.
It was Ron Hopkins, the owner of the Shop ân Save. His face was beet red and his eyes were flaring. He was wagging a finger at someone whose back was to Hayley.
But there was no mistaking who that someone was.
Bessie Winthrop.
Hayley had known Bessie since high school. They were never particularly close but always managed a friendly wave whenever they spotted each other. Bessie was what you might call a local eccentric. She was five feet two inches tall and weighed roughly three hundred pounds. She was fond of bright rainbow-colored blouses and muumuus, which certainly called attention to her if her loud, booming voice failed to do so. There was no volume control on Bessie. Screaming her order while dining at any of the local restaurants always drew irked stares. She had a massive head of hair, which was teased out in all different directions. Everyone in town prayed they wouldnât end up sitting behind her in a movie theater. Bessie lived alone, never married, and had a small tattoo of Garfield, the cartoon cat, on the back of her neck.
Ron finished his tirade and tried to walk away, but Bessie reached out and grabbed his arm with her pudgy fingers. She was clutching a small white box wrapped in pink cellophane that matched the pink parka she was wearing over her multicolored muumuu. She tried to force the box on Ron. He struggled to free himself from her grip and knocked into her. The cellophane-wrapped box rolled off her bosom and landed on the floor. This just made Bessie even angrier.
She kept an iron viselike grip on Ronâs arm and bellowed, âDonât walk away from me! Iâm not done talking to you, Ron!â
âWell, Iâm done talking to you! Now let go of me!â
She wouldnât. She latched onto his other arm with her free hand, trying to pin him down like a Greco-Roman wrestler. Ron hated to be touched. Just ask his wife, Lenora, who was at the moment filing for divorce and asking for
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Add flour mixture alternately with the buttermilk, beating well after each addition.
Â
Beat egg white with electric mixer on high speed until stiff peaks form. Fold into your batter and pour evenly into prepared pans.
Â
Bake at 350 degrees for 30 minutes or until a toothpick inserted into the center of the cake comes out clean. Immediately run a spatula between the sides of your pan and cake; cool for 30 minutes and remove parchment paper and cool on wire racks.
Â
For the frosting, in a large saucepan add the milk, sugar, butter, egg yolks, and vanilla, stirring constantly and cook on medium heat 12 minutes or until thickened and golden brown. Remove from heat and stir in coconut and pecans.
Â
Cool to room temperature to a spreading consistency. Then spread the mixture on the tops of the cakes. Stack the three cakes and finish frosting the sides and top.
Chapter 4
Hayley decided to celebrate her temporary windfall by swinging by the Shop ân Save after work and purchasing three filets mignons for her and the kids for dinner. Gemma especially was a wildly enthusiastic carnivore, so perhaps an expensive piece of meat might help improve her mood.
As usual, the grocery store was packed right after work. Hayley was having trouble maneuvering her grocery cart through the meat and poultry section because of the crowd of shoppers pawing over the ground beef and cuts of steak and boneless, skinless chicken. She thought it best to wait and come back in a few minutes after the traffic jam of metal carts had dispersed.
Hayley veered her cart to the right and steered toward the produce section where she could stock up on some fresh vegetables for a salad and a few rustic potatoes she could bake as a side dish to the steaks. She stopped to tear off a plastic bag from the roll next to the lettuces and perused the washed romaine, when she heard shouting coming from behind her.
Hayley spun around to see who was causing the commotion.
It was Ron Hopkins, the owner of the Shop ân Save. His face was beet red and his eyes were flaring. He was wagging a finger at someone whose back was to Hayley.
But there was no mistaking who that someone was.
Bessie Winthrop.
Hayley had known Bessie since high school. They were never particularly close but always managed a friendly wave whenever they spotted each other. Bessie was what you might call a local eccentric. She was five feet two inches tall and weighed roughly three hundred pounds. She was fond of bright rainbow-colored blouses and muumuus, which certainly called attention to her if her loud, booming voice failed to do so. There was no volume control on Bessie. Screaming her order while dining at any of the local restaurants always drew irked stares. She had a massive head of hair, which was teased out in all different directions. Everyone in town prayed they wouldnât end up sitting behind her in a movie theater. Bessie lived alone, never married, and had a small tattoo of Garfield, the cartoon cat, on the back of her neck.
Ron finished his tirade and tried to walk away, but Bessie reached out and grabbed his arm with her pudgy fingers. She was clutching a small white box wrapped in pink cellophane that matched the pink parka she was wearing over her multicolored muumuu. She tried to force the box on Ron. He struggled to free himself from her grip and knocked into her. The cellophane-wrapped box rolled off her bosom and landed on the floor. This just made Bessie even angrier.
She kept an iron viselike grip on Ronâs arm and bellowed, âDonât walk away from me! Iâm not done talking to you, Ron!â
âWell, Iâm done talking to you! Now let go of me!â
She wouldnât. She latched onto his other arm with her free hand, trying to pin him down like a Greco-Roman wrestler. Ron hated to be touched. Just ask his wife, Lenora, who was at the moment filing for divorce and asking for
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