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I'm not known for my cooking *coughYesIcanBurnRice* but I recently published a novella set in a restaurant. So I 'fess up that I can cook very basic stuff!

Dinner Menu FINAL

All the more astounding LOL to find me participating in Z A Maxfield's (virtual) New Year's Progressive Dinner! Here's the fun stuff:

From ZAM: "You can "choose your own dinner adventure" from appetizers, soup, salad, main dish and dessert, but those of you who visit and comment at each and every blog will be entered into a drawing for one of three (3) $35.00 gift cards to the venue of your choice: Amazon, Barnes and Noble, or All Romance Ebooks.Plus, some individual authors (like, ahem, me, ZAM) might include a private drawing for those people who stop by. So read, drink and be merry! Happy New Year from all of us, at the M/M Writers' Buffet!
For full blog links visit http://zamaxfield.com/new-years-eve-progressive-dinner/"


I'm sharing one of the recipes I researched for the novella with you all - Mushroom and Port pate. I originally found the recipe by Martyna on wholesome-cook.com, but it can be tweaked for personal taste and remain as yummy :).

My hubby loves mushrooms, so this one is really for him :).

500g button mushrooms
1 tbsp butter
2 sprigs thyme
2-3 tsp sea salt, plus extra to taste
zest and juice of ½ orange
59 ml port (1/4 cup or 1/8 pint)
20g butter


  1. Brush off any dirt from mushrooms and slice them finely.

  2. Heat 1 tablespoon butter in a large saucepan over medium heat and add mushrooms, thyme, pepper and salt. Cook stirring until the mushroom have browned and wilted.

  3. Add orange juice, zest and port and cook for a further minute or so, stirring, for the liquids to cook down. Add extra salt if desired. Remove from heat.

  4. Using a stick blender, blend mushrooms until smooth (or leave it lightly coarse if you prefer). Divide pâté between 2 ramekins - or spread one serve into an ice cube tray if using for sauces, and allow to cool.

  5. Melt butter and pour over the top of the pâté. Allow to set before serving.

And ... ENJOY! ♥


And the novella it features in?

DISH OF THE DAY is one of eight erotica novellas in the BRIT BOYS: ON BOYS boxset, released yesterday. Detail and buy links are HERE.

BLURB: Richie’s sunk all his hopes and savings into a new restaurant in south London promoting British ingredients and recipes. His best friends Craig and Ben should be around to help him celebrate the grand opening, but it looks like it’s all heading for disaster – until his friends step in to tell him some home truths. Then they’ll help him relax and enjoy their loving, intimate menu instead.


“We like things that are comfortable, don’t we, Ben?” Craig grinned and hugged Richie even more warmly. Richie wondered guiltily about personal space issues. But as his friends had made plenty of comments tonight about his reserve, he didn’t want to be the one to cause a fuss if they were now too close. And who was to say it was too close?

“Yes.” Ben agreed with Craig. “Those are the things that we like, indeed.” His eyes sparkled. “And we’d like to share them with you, Richie.”

“Share what?” Richie asked, rather rudely. He’d only just swallowed another mouthful of wine and was still enjoying the aftertaste on his tongue. But so was Ben, it seemed. He was sipping deeply from the same glass that he’d offered to Richie. His eyes shone at Richie over the rim as if they were sharing a secret, rather than a wine.

Richie sighed, leaning back in his chair. Craig’s arms tightened gently around him. It also felt as if Ben rested a hand at the back of his neck—an unusual place to comfort a friend, perhaps, even one facing bankruptcy and ruin.

“Got an investment to protect, eh, Ben?” Craig laughed softly. Richie could smell his warm, spicy cologne. Craig always smelled good—he exuded hot, sexy strength. Richie blinked, wondering where the hell that thought had come from. Or, even if he admitted he knew the answer to that, he didn’t know what had let it loose to frolic in the forefront of his mind. It must be the wine. Must be. His senses were in overload. Could he get drunk, just from a glass or so of quality wine? He’d never suspected his tolerance was that low. His shock must be much more severe than he imagined.

“I don’t need protection,” he said. His voice sounded rather weak.

Ben just smiled. “Sure, Richie. Craig still thinks you’re too skinny, though. Let’s eat first, then discuss anything else later, right?”

Richie was about to protest that there were no staff—that the soup was ruined—that the whole evening had collapsed into disaster and amazement around him—that Craig had already eaten most of the bread—

But his friends ignored him.

“So what do we have to tempt us?” Ben ran his eyes over the plate on the table beside him, full of the food Craig had brought out from the kitchen. Craig laughed softly, a lazy, sexy smile lighting up his face. He leant across Richie, and his long, slim fingers picked up a spear of asparagus, poached gently in butter. A drop of the warm, pale yellow coating dropped back into the dish with a plop.

Richie wriggled on his seat. He felt awkward, suddenly, squashed between them. Their bodies were both pressed against him and he could feel the two heartbeats, beating in different rhythms to his.

Craig pointed the asparagus across Richie and up towards Ben’s face, as if beckoning him. Their eyes met. Craig smiled and reached further forwards, the tip of the spear teasing at Ben’s mouth.

“Mmm.” Ben’s voice was like a purr. “My favourite.”

Richie watched the slim, green finger of food slide into Ben’s mouth. In fact, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. Ben was the only thing he could focus on. The generous lips were round and moist around the asparagus. Ben sucked, and the tip slipped in smoothly. It was a very messy food. Of course it was. Richie stared as a generous dribble of melted butter ran down on to Ben’s chin. He reached out instinctively, and wiped it off with his fingertips.

“Thanks.” Ben’s voice was very soft, the tone amused.

Richie flushed and clumsily snatched his hand back. Ben’s skin had been soft and very warm, with barely the hint of an evening stubble. The small, still sane part of Richie’s mind was appalled at how intimate his gesture had been.

But Ben’s sigh was one of pleasure. He caught at Richie’s retreating hand, the fingers damp and glistening with the greasy traces of butter. “It’s very good,” he said. “You’re a brilliant chef. You produce the most perfect tastes. Is it surprising I want more?” He gently twisted Richie’s unresisting wrist, and brought Richie’s fingers back to his lips. Then he started to lick between the digits, slowly and lasciviously, lapping up the remains of the melted butter.

Oh good God. Richie’s mouth opened wide to protest, but no words came out. The caressing tongue was rough like a cat’s, yet smooth like the pure, slick muscle it was. He couldn’t believe how exciting this was. “English,” he said, the word popping out without any forethought. “It’s the best English asparagus I could afford.”

Ben nodded and smiled, and moved closer to him. His breath was now a seductive breeze against Richie’s cheek. “You should taste it yourself,” he murmured.

Richie watched Ben’s nimble fingers wipe the residue from the corners of his perfect mouth, and then those dampened fingertips were reaching for Richies mouth, and they were pressing firmly in, and Richie’s lips were closing around them, instinctively—hungrily.

“Suck them,” Ben whispered softly. “I want to see you lick them all.”

Richie was shocked into silence and surrender. The sensations running through his body were something he’d never known before. Christ, he’d never even imagined that a touch could be so erotic. Ben’s fingers were inside his mouth, teasing at the roof, stroking at the tongue; he tugged down Richie’s lower lip, mischievously. And all the while, he was watching Richie as he suckled, daringly, on the slender digits; as he licked the last trickle of butter into his mouth, and swallowed.

“Richie.” Ben sighed, rolling the word around in the back of his throat, like he was savouring more of the wine. “You are magnificent. I always knew you were.” His expression had turned from fascination to greed. He licked quickly at his own damp lips.

Richie gazed back at Ben. They each seemed fascinated by the other’s mouth. Itd be laughable, if it weren’t so thrilling. The issue here seemed to be something very much more than spilled butter. The uncomfortable sensation in his lap was beginning to hurt. What the hell was going on?

Not that he ever wanted it to stop.


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Jewel Cardwell
Dec. 31st, 2014 05:08 pm (UTC)
I am really looking forward to digging in to the Brit Boys collection!
Jen F
Dec. 31st, 2014 05:59 pm (UTC)
Progressive Dinner
Thanks for the yummy recipe! I just bought Brit Boys: On Boys last night. Looking forward to reading it. Happy 2015!!

jen.f {at} mac {dot} com
Dec. 31st, 2014 06:06 pm (UTC)
Thanks for sharing the recipe! Happy New Year!

Julie Small
Dec. 31st, 2014 06:51 pm (UTC)
Very interested in the Brit Boys! Thank you for the receipe!

Dec. 31st, 2014 06:59 pm (UTC)
Progressive Dinner
Love mushrooms, though the butter may be too much for me. Thanks for sharing the recipe and excerpt!

Waxapplelover (at) gmail (dot) com
Dec. 31st, 2014 07:06 pm (UTC)
Progressive dinner
Not a big fan of mushrooms, but thanks for the recipe. Good excerpt.
Dec. 31st, 2014 07:29 pm (UTC)
have bought & downloaded the book now... my virtually toppling virtual tbr is a good thing -- if it were physical, I would be in danger of being crushed by books!
Mary McCoy
Dec. 31st, 2014 07:37 pm (UTC)
Yummy mushrooms! Thanks for the recipe and the taste of the Brit Boys!

emmasmom69 AT gmail DOT com
Kathy Thomas
Dec. 31st, 2014 07:57 pm (UTC)
ZAM's Progressive Dinner
No mushrooms for me, but thanks for the excerpt.
kathy(dot)thomas589 AT gmail (dot) com

Edited at 2014-12-31 07:58 pm (UTC)
Denise Dechene
Dec. 31st, 2014 08:12 pm (UTC)
Thanks for the excerpt. Not really a fan of mushrooms but my husband loves them. Happy New Year

Dec. 31st, 2014 08:19 pm (UTC)
I'm not a fan of mushrooms, but the story sounds good. :D

Dec. 31st, 2014 08:26 pm (UTC)
Excellent recipe! And, thank you for the excerpt - pretty sure I've got this on my TBR
Ardent Ereader
Dec. 31st, 2014 08:59 pm (UTC)
ZAM progressive dinner
I tried commenting earlier, not sure why it didnt upload. Thanks for the mushroom and port pate. I love mushrooms so I am going to try this recipe. ardent(dot)ereader(at)gmail(dot)com
Dec. 31st, 2014 09:12 pm (UTC)
ZAM Progressive Dinner
Problem with Open ID comment going to Spam then showing up but no name.

Thanks for the reminder about Brits Boys book which need to buy, your yummy recipe and finger licking excerpt!

strive4bst(AT) yahoo(Dot) com

Dec. 31st, 2014 09:33 pm (UTC)
Thank you for the recipe! I really love mushrooms too so this is something new to try =) I just bought Brit Boys last night and I'm looking forward to giving it a read =)

humhumbum AT yahoo DOT com
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