EAT=LOVE=TUESDAY: Rogenna Brewer’s No Bake Cookies

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Easy-peezy! Exactly what we all need when the holidays arrive: No-Bake Cookies. Thank you, Rogenna Brewer.

 

EAT=LOVE=TUESDAY Rogenna Brewer’s No Bake Cookies
Recipe Type: Cookies
Cuisine: American
Author: Rogenna Brewee
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Serves: 12
This is a family favorite holiday recipe. We make these to eat and share from Thanksgiving through Christmas. Enjoy!
Ingredients
  • 1 stick butter
  • 1 cup sugar
  • 1/2 cup milk
  • 1 tsp vanilla
  • 3 Tbsp cocoa powder
  • 1/2 cup peanut butter
  • 3 cups uncooked oatmeal
Instructions
  1. Melt butter, sugar, milk, vanilla and cocoa in 2 qt sauce pan over medium heat. Bring to boil for 2 minutes, stirring constantly. Remove from heat, Stir in peanut butter. Add oatmeal. Mix. Drop by spoonful to wax paper. Allow to cool. Makes 3 dozen.

Rogenna is my buddy and pal from our Superromance days. She’s also a beloved author of wonderful romances that include an authentic military voice…because Ro is a Navy veteran herself. Check out her bio on her website.

One Star-Spangled Night–Ro’s contribution to Celebrate!–ends on July 4th aboard the USS Enterprise. I once toured this fabulous boat when my nephew was stationed aboard her. I will never forget the experience. And I totally get the romance of this ship.

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One Star Spangled Night by Rogenna Brewer

Navy Chaplain Lieutenant Lindsey Alexander is not as naive as world-weary Aircraft Carrier Captain Doug Reese believes.  When the Top Gun is ordered into counseling, the junior officer is the only thing standing between him and his losing command of his ship.



Excerpt:

           Lindsey tried not to look too surprised when thirty minutes after her phone call, Captain Doug Reese sauntered past her to the open-air vender on the pier. She was so stunned, however, she almost forgot to salute.

            “Two hot dogs and two sparkling waters,” he ordered, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet. “What do you want on yours, Chaplain?”

            “Um…mustard.”

            “One mustard dog. And one chilidog.” He paid the man and walked over to the nearest picnic table where he invited her to sit with an almost imperceptible nod.

            “Thank you.” Lindsey accepted the hotdog and peeled back the wrapper.

            “For what?”

            “For lunch. For meeting me.”

            He removed his cover and set it aside. She followed suit. The late May sun beat down on their heads.  The temperature was pleasant unlike the atmosphere. 

            Unwrapping his chilidog, he attacked it with a plastic spork. She hoped he had a cast iron stomach because what she had to say wasn’t going to sit well on top of that spicy chili con carne.  “You didn’t leave me much choice, Chaplain.”

            Lindsey surveyed the almost deserted pier, populated by the occasional passing sailor or civilian shipyard worker. The Captain couldn’t possibly have taken her seriously. “I guess not,” she agreed, taking a bite of her dog.

            “After three days of phone messages,” he said, “I thought it was time we resolved our lovers spat.”

            The way he emphasized lovers made her blush like a teenager. She dropped her gaze to the weathered wood between them.

            “That is what you have my crew believing, Chaplain. It stops right here. No more phone calls.”

            “I’m sure your crew wouldn’t dare believe anything other than what you tell them.” She reached into the pocket of her khaki skirt and handed him the folded piece of paper. “I just wanted to return this.”

            He hesitated only a moment before taking it from her. As he did, his scowl deepened.

            “I didn’t read it,” she reassured him. “Not intentionally, anyway.”

            There was skepticism in his green eyes as he unbuttoned the breast pocket of his khaki uniform, stuffed the paper inside and buttoned the shirt again in one efficient movement.

            “However,” she continued. “I think it’s only fair to tell you Admiral Dunning called after you left.”

            “I see,” he said in clipped tones. “And what did you tell the Admiral?”

            “Nothing.”

            “Good girl.” He nodded his approval.

            Lindsey bristled. “Don’t patronize me, Captain. You may out rank me, you may even think me a naive and lowly lieutenant—”

            “But?” he prompted.

            This was supposed to be the Captain’s wake up call and she was here to deliver that message. “I’m all that stands between you and losing command of your ship.”

 

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Happy reading! Don’t forget to CELEBRATE! life and love, every day.

Deb

 

2 Replies to “EAT=LOVE=TUESDAY: Rogenna Brewer’s No Bake Cookies”

  1. LOL-I totally forgot to ask the dates your nephew was onboard so I could check with my husband to see if they’d ever run into each other.

    I’m giving this recipe 5 Star, well, because I totally love these cookies. This was my aunt Doll’s recipe given to me by my grandmother and my cousin still has a recipe card and in my grandmother’s hand is written “Genna’s Cookies.” Yup, that’s me. I’m still Genna, pronounced Gena, to my family

    Rogenna

  2. I love, love, love these personal stories and memories coming with these recipes. Linda Barrett’s recipe nearly made me cry; it came from her grandma, too. Food really is love.

    I will have to ask Mark again. I forgot, too.

    Thanks!

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