I’m an author who loves Halloween, peanut butter, coffee, cookies, and writing about fear because one of the scariest things on earth is falling in love. I write about that fear in my novels, A Basic Renovation, For Your Eyes Only, and Driving in Neutral, all of which feature one or more of those delicious things. For instance, there’s a peanut butter in A Basic RenovationLesley reached back into the car. Plastic crinkled in her hand. ‘Can I have one?’ ‘Can you have one what?’ ‘One of the Fifth Avenue candy bars you’ve hidden under the socks and condoms on the bottom.’ ‘Never you mind what’s in there. Just take it inside.’ Those clunking cowboy boots of hers stopped clunking just a few feet from the front door. Martino looked over his shoulder to see Lesley smirking. ‘I think I need something to guarantee my silence,’ she said. ‘Extortion is a crime, just ask Eilish’s nephew.’ ‘I will. I’m going out with him tonight.’ ‘Well, I’m not giving you any of my rubbers.’ ‘I want chocolate and peanut butter, not sex and condoms.’ ‘Ha! You want both, but you’re not getting any.’ ‘You really think you will?’ He narrowed his eyes. ‘One. You can have one, merdinucchia.’
Numerous coffee and peanut butter scenes appear in For Your Eyes OnlyHer stomach growled on cue.
Peanut butter. It’s what’s for dinner.
She unscrewed the top from a jar of Jif. The instant she smeared a slice of whole-wheat bread with creamy, peanutty goodness, the phone rang again and the doorbell chimed a backwards, off-key dong-ding. Ignoring Isabel’s persistence, licking her fingers, she went to unlock the deadbolt, peanut butter-coated knife still in hand. She sneezed as she opened the door.
One more sneeze and Willa found herself gazing at a pizza box and John’s lopsided smirk. His nose was red from the cold.
“Hi,” he said, his eyes traveling from bare feet to peanut butter-covered knife. “I’m here about the shirt and the note you left at my door. Thank you. You know, you didn’t need to replace anything. It’s sweet, but I told you, clothes can be washed and…” his eyebrows rose, “…should I cue the Psycho music?”
Driving in Neutral is all about fear, yet the story contains coffee and peanut butter on Ritz crackers.It took Emerson a second before he grasped what she meant. He hadn’t intended the baseball game comment to be a come-on, but subconsciously, in that very Freud kind of way, maybe it was. He was turning into a sleaze who winked and soon he’d be into wearing gold chains and exposing his chest hair like Barry Gibb on the album cover of Saturday Night Fever. Would he be able to stuff himself into a pair of Bee Gees-tight pants?
Quickly, before he imagined how his genitals would look forming a moose knuckle in white satin pants, he changed the subject. “Are you enjoying the work here?”
“It’s interesting.” She took a small plastic bag from the fridge.
“Is that a euphemism for it sucks?”
“No. If that were the case I would have said, it’s different. Want one?” She held out the bag.
“What is it?”
“Peanut butter and jelly on Ritz crackers.”
“Peanut butter and jelly? Peanut butter’s for kids. I’m an adult. I eat adult snacks.”
“So that box of Coco Puffs over there with your name and DO NOT EAT all over it in purple marker isn’t yours?”
Oh, all right. I often write about peanut butter. Does that scare you? Yesterday, I was given a scarily large jar of homemade peanut butter cookies. That scares me because I know I WILL EAT THEM ALL!
The scariest thing about today’s post is that it is about really about cookies — Halloween cookies and by Halloween cookies you know I mean PUMPKIN cookies.
Preheat oven to 350F/180C
1 ½ cups packed light brown sugar 1/2 cup butter softened
2 eggs 1/2 cup mashed pumpkin
2 tsp baking powder
1 tsp cinnamon 1/4 tsp ginger
1/4 tsp nutmeg 1/8 tsp allspice
1/8 tsp ground cloves
In large bowl, beat sugar, butter, eggs, pumpkin with electric mixer on medium speed.
Stir in flour, salt, baking powder and spices. Drop dough by tablespoon onto lightly greased cookie sheet. Bake 10 to 14 minutes or until edges are lightly browned.
Cool on racks, about 30 minutes. EAT.