Bab’s Famous Sour Cream Coffee Cake

Serves 10-12

Cream together with a mixer:

1/4 cup butter, softened

1 cup sugar

2 eggs                                     

Slowly mix in:

2 cups flour

1 teaspoon baking powder

1 teaspoon baking soda          

Blend in:

1/2 pint sour cream (1 cup) – tip use a little extra for a moister cake

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

Preheat oven to 360 degrees.

Pour + one third of the batter into a well-greased Bundt pan (enough to cover the bottom of the pan). Separately melt 3 tablespoons of butter. In another bowl, combine 3 tablespoons of sugar and 3 tablespoons of ground cinnamon. Sprinkle half of the cinnamon mixture on top of the batter, then add the remaining batter. Pour the melted butter on top and sprinkle the remaining cinnamon mixture. Bake at 360 degrees for thirty-two minutes or until a cake tester comes out clean. Allow to cool for fifteen minutes before inverting the pan to release the cake. Delicious warm with a pat of butter.

 

 

A Christmas Conundrum

A Liz Adams Mystery
Cozy Mystery
3rd in Series
Setting – South Carolina
Wild Hawk Press
(November 1, 2023)
Hardcover: 90 pages

Nancy Drew meets How the Grinch Stole Christmas in this delightful cozy mystery set in Charleston, SC.

Who’s stealing the holiday decorations? They’re disappearing like Christmas cookies from PeggyLou Designs, and Lou’s newly launched event planning service is in trouble. He implores his neighbor and friend, Private Investigator Liz Adams, to bring the thief to justice.

The clock is ticking. It’s only ten days until the mayor’s big holiday celebration. The party that will make or break Lou’s business.

Liz’s mom, Babs, steps in to help, and the investigation becomes complicated. Suddenly the holidays are not all mistletoe and merriment when Bab’s life is threatened. Will Liz and her lie-detecting Labrador retriever, Duke, discover the perpetrator before it’s too late?

Experience Charleston in the city’s full Christmas glory in this fun fast-paced holiday story.

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Chapter 1

In the background, Bing Crosby crooned “White Christmas.” An evergreen candle flickered and released the scent of pine. I opened a velvet lined box and carefully unwrapped the tissue paper protecting the sand dollar shaped glass ornament.

When my new husband returned home from Christmas shopping, I planned to surprise him with a decorated tree. As I gazed at the bauble, memories of our honeymoon surfaced. My eyes scanned the artificial tree branches until I found the perfect spot for the memento that Brad and I’d bought in the Caymans.

As I hummed to the tune, my Labrador retriever, Duke, snored softly by the sofa. A snowy Christmas was unlikely in Charleston and even less likely in Florida where we’d be spending the holidays. My heart fluttered in anticipation of our first holiday with my parents. Duke was startled awake when my neighbor, Lou, burst through the front door.

“Lizzie! Oh, my gawd.” He smacked his palm on his forehead. “It’s a disaster. What am I going to do?”

Duke rushed to greet him, tail wagging. “Hey, boy.” Lou patted my dog’s head.

“What on earth are you talking about?” Since acting was his hobby, the man had a flare for the dramatic. I was sure whatever was wrong wasn’t as bad as his demeanor indicated.

He plopped down on the couch with a grunt. “Someone is stealing the Christmas decorations. Last week the custom order for the mayor’s big shindig disappeared. And the decorations for Christmas on the Battery are gone. Poof!” He lifted his hands toward the ceiling and flicked his fingers. “And I just had two more employees quit. What am I going to do?” he repeated with a distinctive whine.

Lou and my best friend, Peg, had owned an interior decorating firm. After Peg died, Lou’d inherited her share of the partnership. He intended to slowly shift the business from residential design to commercial. However, when Lou and my mom planned my wedding, he’d discovered he had a gift for creating memorable occasions. PeggyLou Designs now offered commercial, residential, and event services.

Since Lou was responsible for decorating some of the most prominent spots in town, I understood why he was so upset. “Do you have any idea who’s behind it?”

“I can’t imagine who’d be such a Grinch. You have to help me find the thief before my whole holiday decorating business is destroyed.”

Lou and I had been close friends before Peg’s death, but we’d become even closer afterward. I was surprised he was just now telling me about the theft. “Have you reported it to the police?”

“I filed a report for the first one, but I wanted to talk to you before going to the cops again.” He stared at his clasped hands. “I was hoping my favorite PI might help.”

I’d investigated plenty of theft cases, but Brad and I were due to leave for Florida in a week. While I mulled over how I could best assist, my phone rang. I fished the device out of my purse and answered before it went to voice mail. “Mom, can I call you back in a few? Lou’s here.”

Lou jumped off the sofa and rushed over. “Babs,” he shouted as soon as he got close.

He and my mom had become fast friends when they’d collaborated on our wedding. Not many people called Barb, ‘Babs.’ Lou was one of the exclusive members of the Babs club. My husband had yet to be invited.

“Put her on speaker,” Lou said.

I pressed the button and set the phone on an end table.

“Hi, Babs.”

“Halloo. How are you?” The pitch of her voice rose a few notches. She sounded more excited to talk to Lou than to me.

“Not good.” As he explained his situation, I turned my attention back to the tree.

Lou noted my disinterest and picked up the phone. “I’m going to make a cup of coffee,” he mouthed. He took the device off speaker and headed for the kitchen.

As I meticulously placed purple, red, and green glass ornaments equally spaced apart, I wiggled and jiggled to Stevie Wonder’s “What Christmas Means to Me.”

Duke curled up in his spot by the sofa to resume his nap.

Lou returned from the kitchen with a steaming mug in his hand. “So, it’s settled then. Thanks so much, Babs. You’re a doll.” He handed the phone back to me.

“Honey, I hope you won’t mind if we come to Charleston for Christmas,” Mom said.

It sounded like a statement, not a question. “Should be fine. Let me talk to Brad and get back to you.” I ended the call and glared at Lou. “What just happened?”

He set the cup on the table and grabbed my hands. “Your parents are coming to Charleston for Christmas, and Babs is going to help me with the workload while you solve the crime. Isn’t that fantastic?”

“Yeah, fantastic.” My voice dripped with sarcasm. My lie-detecting Lab woke up and yipped.

Someone once told me that all dogs have superpowers. Duke’s gift was communication. He whined when something was up. He yipped when someone wasn’t telling the truth. Very few people knew of his lie-detecting ability, and Lou wasn’t one of them.

 

 

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Stacy Wilder has traveled to six out of seven continents Books have shaped her life and her travels. Her love of mysteries began with Nancy Drew.

A Christmas Conundrum is the third book in the riveting Liz Adams Mystery series. In addition to mysteries, Stacy writes children’s stories, short stories, and poetry. She and her husband live in Houston, Texas, with a totally spoiled Labrador retriever, Eve.

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