Wicked Wednesday and Romance Author Sharon Buchbinder!

Welcome Sharon!

Welcome Sharon!

Sharon Buchbinder is a wonderful friend and a great writer. And we’re both nurses except she’s got her PhD. Dang her!

I’m happy to announce her new release: Obsession.

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Near Death Experiences (NDEs)

When I first started writing Obsession, I wanted to accurately describe my heroine’s near death experience (NDE) during childbirth. In college, I was fascinated (some say obsessed) with NDEs. I read Raymond A. Moody, Jr’s books on the topic, as well as Kenneth Ring’s research and the Tibetan Book of the Dead.

As I reached out to others in the romance community about this topic, I made the acquaintance of a wonderful woman, Julia Barrett. We corresponded and became friends. Over time, I realized my fascination with NDEs was because I had had an NDE, too. However, I had never labeled it an NDE because I didn’t see a light or an angel. In communicating with Julia, I realized that NDEs have some core characteristics in common. However, each one is different. Julia met an angel, or as she called him, a companion. I never met anyone—except the police officer who brought me back to life.

I was fifteen. I was in our basement and reached behind the clothes dryer to pull something up—and completed a short circuit. Numb, unable to speak, seizing violently, the world became a black tunnel, then a sucking vortex that swept me away. No one leading me to the light. No companions. No angelic chorus. Just blackness. And a great sense of peace. Pain-free, I was okay with wherever I was. That didn’t last long.

I came to with a police officer, for whom I was supposed to babysit that evening, pounding on my chest, giving me CPR, dragging me back to this world, my entire body shaking, a stinging burn on my arm from the electricity (I still have the scar). Worst of all, my mother was going to be really, really pissed at me. I remember telling the police officer I was ready to babysit for him. I was that anxious to get away from my mother’s wrath. He kept shaking his head, in disbelief, saying, “No, you’re not. You’re going to the hospital.”

In Obsession, the heroine, Angie, struggles with believing she had a near death experience, as I did. Her intellect tells her there is no such thing as dying and coming back, no dark tunnels, no angels, and that the hormones of pregnancy and childbirth created a neurochemical stew that scrambled her brain. No plot spoilers here, however, I do have a question for readers? Do you believe in NDEs? If yes, have you had one? What occurred to convince you that it was real?

I will select one lucky commenter to receive one e-copy of his or her choice of books from my back list (available to US and International readers).

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OBSESSION

A desperate mother.

A Mexican druglord.

A dangerous match.

A year after a barbaric childbirth, complete with a near-death experience and an encounter with her guardian angel, Angie Edmonds is just happy she and her son, Jake, are alive. She’s finally in a good place: clean, sober, and employed as a defense attorney. But at the end of a long work day, she finds herself in a parent’s worst nightmare: Jake has been kidnapped and taken across the Mexican border by a cult leader who believes the child is the “Chosen One.”

Stymied by the US and Mexican legal systems, Angie is forced to ask the head of a Mexican crime syndicate for help. Much to her chagrin, she must work with Alejandro Torres, a dangerously attractive criminal and the drug lord’s right-hand man. Little does she know Alejandro is an undercover federal agent, equally terrified of blowing his cover—and falling in love with her.

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Buy Link for Obsession http://www.amazon.com/Obsession-ebook/dp/B00CGOGT12/

Obsession Book Trailer http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f1kujUWoGbk

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Author Bio and Links

After working in health care delivery for years, Sharon Buchbinder became an association executive, a health care researcher, and an academic in higher education. She had it all-a terrific, supportive husband, an amazing son and a wonderful job. But that itch to write (some call it an obsession) kept beckoning her to “come on back” to writing fiction. When not attempting to make students, colleagues, and babies laugh, she can be found herding cats, waiting on a large gray dog, fishing, dining with good friends, or writing. You can find her at www.sharonbuchbinder.com

Paranormal Romance Guild Winner Best Mystery/Thriller, 2012

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Where Sharon Buchbinder can be found on the Internet

Website/Blog http://sharonbuchbinder.com/blog/

Amazon http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B001IODIE2

Goodreads http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4417344.Sharon_Buchbinder

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/sharon.buchbinder.romanceauthor

Twitter @sbuchbinder https://twitter.com/sbuchbinder

(Note from Julia… This book looks so good! It’s on my read as soon as possible list!)

 

The Flexitarian Pantry. One.

This series is gonna go slow. First because I have to take a lot of photos, second because I want to do this right. Let’s start with Essential Seasonings: The Eighteen Must-Haves- (Eighteen is a lucky number.)

Kosher Salt.

Kosher Salt.

1. Coarse Kosher Salt. Kosher salt is lower in sodium than regular table salt. It also does not have added iodine. Iodine has its place, obviously, but I don’t like it added to my salt. Kosher salt is the only salt I use in cooking. I also keep some:

2. Gray Sea Salt on hand as a finishing salt - anyone can add a pinch to taste. It may be expensive but a small bag can last a couple years. I’ve actually had an eight ounce bag for going on three years now. Still tasty!

Gray Sea Salt.

Gray Sea Salt.

3. Coarse Ground Black Pepper. Many purists use a pepper grinder. I love a lot of pepper in my food and I do not have the time to stand there and grind, grind, grind. A waste of my energy. I simply buy a jar of Coarse Ground Black Pepper. I go through it so fast freshness isn’t an issue.

Coarse Ground Black Pepper.

Coarse Ground Black Pepper.

4. Paprika. I stock three kinds - Hungarian Paprika, Smoked Paprika- which is one of my all-time favorite seasonings, and Hot Paprika - which has a delicious late kick and can be substituted for Chili Powder in a pinch.

Smoked Paprika.

Smoked Paprika.

5. Speaking of which- Chili Powder. Always. I like to have a few different varieties: plain old Chili Powder which is a blend of chilies and is perfect for a pot of Chili, but I also like Smoked Serrano, Ancho, Poblano, and the richest tasting of all… Chipotle. Yum!

Chipotle Chili Powder.

Chipotle Chili Powder.

6. As long as we’re talking hot- Cayenne. It’s another versatile dried chili which provides a quick hot heat rather than a slow burn.

Cayenne Powder.

Cayenne Powder.

7. Chili Flakes. I keep a jar of dried Chili Flakes on hand to sprinkle over pizza, add to marinades, pasta and salads. Chili Flakes are in my must-have spice pantry.

Chili Flakes.

Chili Flakes.

 

8. Curry. I stock different Curry Powder/Curry Paste for different dishes. I love the old fashioned Curry Powder, the same Curry Powder my mom used, which like Chili Powder is a blend of various seasonings. But I also keep Curry Paste in my refrigerator - it keeps a long time. I stock Green Curry Paste, Red Curry Paste, Yellow Curry Paste, and my very favorite Roasted Red Curry Paste. Curry is a great seasoning for fish and seafood, chicken, lamb, vegetable dishes, tofu… Wonderful, versatile stuff. The only Curry Powder I don’t like? African Curry. This is a blend of spices and it’s too bland for my palate.

My favorite Roasted Red Curry Paste.

My favorite Roasted Red Curry Paste.

 

9. Tumeric. Tumeric is a component of Curry Powder. It’s the yellow spice. It also makes standard ballpark mustard yellow. Tumeric, IMO, is an acquired taste, as is Fenugreek, (which I don’t stock). However it’s super healthy and a little goes a long way. It’s an essential ingredient when I make my own Curry Powder. Perfect in Asian and Indian food.

Tumeric.

Tumeric.

 

10. Mustard Powder. Great with Asian dishes. Once again a little goes a long long long way.

Mustard Powder.

Mustard Powder.

 

11. Granulated Garlic. I don’t buy straight Garlic Powder and I never buy Garlic Salt. Don’t like any secret salt in my food and I much prefer the texture and flavor of Granulated Garlic to Garlic Powder.

Granulated Garlic.

Granulated Garlic.

 

12. Onion Powder. Great to have on hand for rubs- chicken, turkey, lamb, beef.

Onion Powder.

Onion Powder.

 

13. Ginger. I love Ginger. I keep a peeled section of fresh Ginger in my freezer and grate it into soups, stews, dressings, marinades and Asian food. However when I forget to buy fresh Ginger I don’t worry because I have a jar of powdered Ginger in my pantry. Ginger always goes into my homemade chicken soup.

Ginger.

Ginger.

 

14. Cumin. My all-purpose savory smoky non-hot spice. Goes with meat, beans, veggies - matches up with curries, chilies, dips. I am never without Cumin. I dump almost an entire jar in a batch of my Peace and Happiness Chili.

Cumin.

Cumin.

 

15. Italian Seasoning. I grow almost all my own Italian herbs year-round - Thyme, Rosemary, Marjoram, Basil, Sage and Oregano. However when I want to add some flavor and I’m in a hurry, I reach for my jar of dried Italian Seasoning. It contains all of the above herbs plus Savory. FYI - adding these seasonings to meat helps prevent the formation of carcinogens during cooking!

Italian Seasoning.

Italian Seasoning.

 

16. Cinnamon. And please do not try the deadly Cinnamon Test. Cinnamon is sweet, but can also be used in savory dishes. It’s crazy healthy - lowers blood sugar. My husband loves good old fashioned Cinnamon toast. I just like having it around. You never know when you might want to add Cinnamon to something other than a cake or cookie or a pastry. Again, a little goes a long way. I prefer Saigon Cinnamon. It’s darker, sweeter and stronger.

Saigon Cinnamon.

Saigon Cinnamon.

 

17. Nutmeg. You would be surprised at how amazing Nutmeg is in savory dishes. It adds something special, intangible, something your guests can’t put their fingers on. It’s the secret ingredient in Bolognese Sauce. Don’t use much. If you are heavy handed with the Nutmeg it’ll overpower all the other seasonings and make everyone sort of sick. A pinch of Nutmeg is great in warm milk. Helps you sleep.

Nutmeg.

Nutmeg.

 

18. A Vanilla Bean. Maybe this is a luxury but I stretch my Vanilla Bean. I buy probably two a year, divide each bean into four sections and freeze each section in a separate plastic bag. Nothing tastes as good as those little black Vanilla seeds. After I scrape out the seeds for a recipe I save the pods and stick them in a jar of sugar - Vanilla Sugar. Or add a pod to a jar of whipping cream - Vanilla Cream. Or dump one into the milk when I’m making pudding. Yummy!

Vanilla Bean.

Vanilla Bean.

 

The Six Secondary Spices:

1. Poultry Seasoning.

2. Coriander.

3. Cloves.

4. All-Spice.

5. Five-Spice Powder.

6. Urfa Turkish Chili.

Where to save money on spices: Trader Joe’s, Cost Plus World Market, the Mexican Food section of your local supermarket.

Next week - some other pantry essential. Maybe legumes? Rice? All the dried stuff I have in there.

Red Rice.

Red Rice.

Or maybe essential sauces?

Soy Sauce/Tamari.

Soy Sauce/Tamari.

 

Monday Morning Update.

Very few plants will grow beneath redwood trees. I guess it’s because of the acid they add to the soil. As it happens, we have seven redwoods in our backyard. We had nine, but due to overcrowding we were forced to cut down two of the trees. It was pretty heartbreaking, but at least we got a good deal from the tree guy because we let him sell the lumber.

Our redwoods are maybe fifty feet? As tall as a four-story building? These first two photos were taken from our second story balcony, the third from our basketball court.

Looking up at our redwoods.

Looking up at our redwoods.

More redwoods.

More redwoods.

From the basketball court.

From the basketball court.

When we were hiking in Mendocino, we discovered a plant that grows beneath redwoods, a plant that loves redwoods - Redwood Sorrel - Oxalis Oregana.

Redwood Sorrel.

Redwood Sorrel.

The only place that had Redwood Sorrel was the Botanical Garden at UC Berkeley and it just so happened this past Saturday was their annual open-to-the-public plant sale. Off we went! We purchased six plants. Redwood Sorrel is considered an invasive plant so we’re hoping six will be enough. We are patient people. We can wait if it takes a few years to fill in.

My husband also bought a Venus Fly Trap because he thought it was cute. It is kinda cute. Now it gets to sit in my kitchen near my kitchen sink and eat fruit flies. Yay!

My very own Venus Fly Trap.

Our very own Venus Fly Trap.

On the way home we stopped for sunch or maybe it could be called lupper or sinner or maybe linner. You know, something to eat between lunch and supper that fills you up.

I had a chili relleno burrito without rice and a Mexican coke. Hubs had a chicken asado burrito with rice and a Dos Equis Amber. Yum! Plus fresh chips and salsa.

If you’re ever in Napa, be sure to stop at Villa Corona for some of the best Mexican food around. Their Huevos Rancheros are outstanding, but I’m required to issue a warning- if you order the Camarones Diablos - OMG! They ain’t kiddin’ when they say Diablos! Hotter than hell!

Villa Corona burritos.

Villa Corona burritos.

Other Napa Native favorites?

Red Rock Backdoor Barbecue and Burger Joint on Lincoln. Tanya’s Taquiera on Jefferson. Quinto Patio Taquieria on Kilburn.

Hope your weekend was excellent.

Oh, by the way… when we let Jake off leash on the backside of the park this weekend? He took himself off on a Lord of the Ring’s-type quest to find the mountain lion. Boy was it hard to coax him down from the ridge he managed to climb!

 

 

Weekend Warrior- It’s a Jake thing!

Yeah, I know, you’re all sick of Jake- but let me tell you what he did on Friday.

So he and I were hiking at our secondary park. It’s actually my primary park because it’s wild and hilly and a little scary at times, but it’s his secondary park because he can’t run off leash… much.

We’ve had to move our hiking to the hilly park because the foxtails are too awful at the more open park. Jake would be covered- feet, legs, tail, stomach, chest, nose, eyes and ears within seconds. And that would entail a visit to the vet and probably the development an abscess or two or three or more due to foxtails I would miss. Once again it’s that high energy dog frustrating time of year.

Okay so there we were - we’d hiked along the west border of the park, climbed to the peak and we headed down the incredibly steep, narrow, dangerous trail along the east border of the park. Now, because I know Jake needs a little running and because I don’t feel like falling over a cliff, and because this area is lightly traveled, I let him off leash.

What we do is this - he heels down the steep side of the ridge. We dip down into the forest and he heels along the scary steep switch-back for maybe 50 yards, until I determine that there are no deer around, no other hikers, and we pass the point where he’s tempted to slide under the barbed wire into the meadow adjacent to the park - where he would pick up a million foxtails. Besides, those first 50 yards are bad enough. To keep him on leash after that is so dangerous I simply won’t do it.

The trail is only three-four inches wide at some points and if I were to slip over the edge to the right I’d fall between 15 and 50 feet. The hillside on the left is almost straight up so there’s no help there.

Jake, however, can run straight up those hillsides and straight down over the edge. Nothing bothers him. He goes crazy joyous nuts running up and down. Loves it. But he always comes back, listens to my directions, and waits for me at a specific downed tree. The downed tree signifies the end of the most dangerous section and I put him back on leash. The rest of the trail is steep and narrow, but except for a couple of relatively short sections there’s no more cliff edge. Thank god.

Anywhoo, there we were, having passed the most challenging stretch, heading down into a gully when all of a sudden Jake stops and stares off to the right. Stops, stands still as stone, and flat out stares. I look to the right, down the gully, but I don’t see anything. So I’m thinking if this is a squirrel he’d be tugging me into trees. If this is a deer, ditto. But he’s not tugging me, he’s just staring. Maybe there’s something bad down there.

The next thing I know, he’s hauling ass up out of the gully and hurrying me along the trail, all the while staring off to the right. So he tugs me up this rocky rise in the trail, along one of the remaining cliff sections and just as we come around a corner I see a tree branch move in a chestnut tree down below us, a big branch. Jake stops again and stares and I follow his gaze. It’s a mountain lion leaping from a lower branch to a higher branch.

And I’m like… oh shit.

But then we spot a small buck maybe a hundred yards down the gully and I realize we’ve interrupted the lion’s hunt. Jake sees the deer too, but for once he doesn’t care. He’s again hauling me down the trail while keeping an eye on that mountain lion.

He was on high alert from that point on - checking out every sound, glancing over his shoulder, rushing back to me and herding me forward if I slowed down at all. He didn’t want any trouble.

When we got home he went bonkers - you know how dogs tuck their tails and run around in crazy-ass circles? Jake ran around the yard like a maniac for ten minutes. He was so excited over his first mountain lion encounter.

My hero gets his well-deserved cat nap.

Jake's nap.

Jake’s nap.

 

 

Freaky Friday Fashion Rant.

Oh gawd, I don’t normally get into this kind of stuff but what a fugly dress! Came across the images while surfing the internet for news. Ewww. Reminds me of a maxi-pad.

Risky?  Try hideous.

Risky? Daring? Cutting edge? Try hideous.

When I was a kid I dreamed of being a fashion designer. Seriously… I spent hours drawing clothes, creating patterns, sewing all my own dresses. My husband first noticed me because I was wearing a pair of unique suede shorts- my own design. Ask him, he’ll tell you.

I began college as an Art Major before I switched to Creative Writing. Maybe I should have stuck with art. I think I could have been decent.

However, I would not have designed the above dress, that’s for damn sure. And if I did I’d never admit it.