pie filling
1 teaspoon vanilla
6 cups powdered sugar, sifted.
1 cup dried banana chips, chopped (I actually crunched them up by pounding the bag. They crumble easily.)
Butter 8x8x2 inch cake pan.
Mix butter, milk, unprepared instant pudding, vanilla. Add powdered sugar 1 cup at a time until you reach the desired thickness. Fold in banana chips.
Scoop into prepared pan. Pat until smooth. Score into 1-inch pieces with butter knife.
Refrigerate for 2-3 hours until set. Break into 1-inch pieces along score. Serve in individual paper candy cups or on a platter. Store leftover in covered container in the refrigerator.
Enjoy!
Chapter 5
Trent showed up at my door with a bouquet of gorgeous flowers in his hand and a bottle of merlot.
“Hi,” I said as I opened the door. Simply by looking at him, my heart was all aflutter.
The epitome of tall, dark and handsome, he stood a head taller than me with gorgeous brown eyes that were rimmed with black lashes a woman would envy. He had a long straight nose, a square jaw, and a mouth that made me want to sink my teeth into it. His skin glowed a golden tan.
Tonight, he wore a tan shirt with an open collar, a dark brown velvet suit jacket, and light brown slacks. His brown shoes had square toes.
“You look amazing,” he said.
I smiled and did a little twirl, causing the skirt of my sleeveless, red dress to bell out. “You said to dress pretty. Is this pretty enough?”
“Oh, now you’re fishing for compliments.” His voice had a low tremble that made gooseflesh rise on my arms.
“Yes,” I said, owning up to my need for validation. “Yes, I am. So please give it to me.”
He stepped into the apartment and handed me the flowers. “You are stunning. Let’s stay in and take that off—”
“Wait.” I held up my hand in a motion of stop . A blush rushed up my cheeks. “I like the sound of that, but it took me an hour to get dressed. So you have to take me out.”
He grinned and bussed a kiss on my cheek. “I suppose I can wait.”
“Good.” I walked over to the galley kitchen separated from the living room area by a breakfast bar. I put the flowers on the counter and reached into the cupboard underneath to pull out a vase. Filling the vase with water, I smiled. “What do you have in mind for tonight?”
“There’s a social over at the yacht club. I need to see a couple guys to talk business.”
I turned and let my disappointment show on my face. “Oh, and here I thought it was going to be a romantic dinner.”
“It will be,” he promised and set the bottle of merlot on the counter. “There’s no reason I can’t mix a little business with pleasure. Besides, I want to show you off.”
I picked up the flowers and stuck them in the water without taking the time to trim or arrange them. “Okay, so that last part makes me feel a little bit better.”
Trent’s expression turned to one of concern. He reached over and took my hand and held it up. “What happened?” he asked as he brought my cut and bruised hands to the light.
“Yesterday’s explosion,” I explained.
“Explosion? You didn’t say anything about an explosion.” His eyebrows drew in closer. A muscle on his jawbone ticked and his sensuous mouth went flat. He gently ran his thumb across the back of my hand. “You were in an explosion. Was that what happened with the fireworks?”
“Yes.” I felt the color in my face rise. I didn’t expect him to look so upset. “You should see the other guy,” I teased.
“There was another guy?” His eyes narrowed.
“Oh, boy.” I sighed and walked around the bar and drew him to the couch to sit with me. “I had hoped to tell you over dinner. You know, when you ask me about my day.”
“I don’t think the yacht club is the appropriate place to tell this story.” He gathered me against him. “I’m just going to hold on to you while you tell me. Please tell me you were not near the explosion.”
“Well, see, now I can’t do
1 teaspoon vanilla
6 cups powdered sugar, sifted.
1 cup dried banana chips, chopped (I actually crunched them up by pounding the bag. They crumble easily.)
Butter 8x8x2 inch cake pan.
Mix butter, milk, unprepared instant pudding, vanilla. Add powdered sugar 1 cup at a time until you reach the desired thickness. Fold in banana chips.
Scoop into prepared pan. Pat until smooth. Score into 1-inch pieces with butter knife.
Refrigerate for 2-3 hours until set. Break into 1-inch pieces along score. Serve in individual paper candy cups or on a platter. Store leftover in covered container in the refrigerator.
Enjoy!
Chapter 5
Trent showed up at my door with a bouquet of gorgeous flowers in his hand and a bottle of merlot.
“Hi,” I said as I opened the door. Simply by looking at him, my heart was all aflutter.
The epitome of tall, dark and handsome, he stood a head taller than me with gorgeous brown eyes that were rimmed with black lashes a woman would envy. He had a long straight nose, a square jaw, and a mouth that made me want to sink my teeth into it. His skin glowed a golden tan.
Tonight, he wore a tan shirt with an open collar, a dark brown velvet suit jacket, and light brown slacks. His brown shoes had square toes.
“You look amazing,” he said.
I smiled and did a little twirl, causing the skirt of my sleeveless, red dress to bell out. “You said to dress pretty. Is this pretty enough?”
“Oh, now you’re fishing for compliments.” His voice had a low tremble that made gooseflesh rise on my arms.
“Yes,” I said, owning up to my need for validation. “Yes, I am. So please give it to me.”
He stepped into the apartment and handed me the flowers. “You are stunning. Let’s stay in and take that off—”
“Wait.” I held up my hand in a motion of stop . A blush rushed up my cheeks. “I like the sound of that, but it took me an hour to get dressed. So you have to take me out.”
He grinned and bussed a kiss on my cheek. “I suppose I can wait.”
“Good.” I walked over to the galley kitchen separated from the living room area by a breakfast bar. I put the flowers on the counter and reached into the cupboard underneath to pull out a vase. Filling the vase with water, I smiled. “What do you have in mind for tonight?”
“There’s a social over at the yacht club. I need to see a couple guys to talk business.”
I turned and let my disappointment show on my face. “Oh, and here I thought it was going to be a romantic dinner.”
“It will be,” he promised and set the bottle of merlot on the counter. “There’s no reason I can’t mix a little business with pleasure. Besides, I want to show you off.”
I picked up the flowers and stuck them in the water without taking the time to trim or arrange them. “Okay, so that last part makes me feel a little bit better.”
Trent’s expression turned to one of concern. He reached over and took my hand and held it up. “What happened?” he asked as he brought my cut and bruised hands to the light.
“Yesterday’s explosion,” I explained.
“Explosion? You didn’t say anything about an explosion.” His eyebrows drew in closer. A muscle on his jawbone ticked and his sensuous mouth went flat. He gently ran his thumb across the back of my hand. “You were in an explosion. Was that what happened with the fireworks?”
“Yes.” I felt the color in my face rise. I didn’t expect him to look so upset. “You should see the other guy,” I teased.
“There was another guy?” His eyes narrowed.
“Oh, boy.” I sighed and walked around the bar and drew him to the couch to sit with me. “I had hoped to tell you over dinner. You know, when you ask me about my day.”
“I don’t think the yacht club is the appropriate place to tell this story.” He gathered me against him. “I’m just going to hold on to you while you tell me. Please tell me you were not near the explosion.”
“Well, see, now I can’t do
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