My treat for you this spooky day is my favorite Halloween snack mix.
HALLOWEEN SNACK MIX
6 cups caramel corn
2 cups cashews (or peanuts)
1/2 cups raisins
1-2 cups candy corn
Comine all ingredients in a large bowl. Mix well. Optional: Place in clear, individual snack bags for kids or bake sales.
This is colorful, easy and delicious! Serves 8-10. Enjoy!
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Monday, October 8, 2012
To celebrate the release of my new picture book, THE MISSING KEY, I’m having a CONTEST! I’ll give away three copies of my new book to three lucky winners! I’ll even personalize them for you or your child.
Here are the rules:
- Guess where Mother and Amy find the elusive key.
- To be eligible, post your answer in the comment section of my blog (if you don’t have Google, Blogger or Wordpress, you may post anonymously but be sure and leave your name after you guess!)
- If you absolutely cannot figure out how to add a comment, send me a private message.
- You may guess only once.
- The deadline is Friday, October 19, 2012.
Note: Mother and Amy live in a normal household with everyday items. There’s nothing tricky but they do look high and low for that mysterious key throughout my book. And if you’ve already read my book, no spoilers please. If you do guess correctly, I’ll contact you privately so as not to ruin the surprise for those who plan to purchase my book. Thanks and good luck!
THE MISSING KEY is now available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.com
Friday, October 5, 2012
Okay. I haven't posted in two months. Thanks to my hubby who finally figured out how to sync the darn new Blogspot to the fancy Google Chrome, I am finally back on board!
Whew. Now, for the fun. It's Friday Fictioneer day. As always, writers from around the globe write a 100-word flash fiction piece based on a photo prompt. Read my story below. You'll find many others at www.madison-woods.com. Please post a link to your story in the comments here.
By Beth Carter
The Medleys had been to two open houses. Mildred saved her dream home for last. Glen followed the click clack of his wife’s heels.
“With paper lanterns and fish wallpaper?” Glen lifted his Cardinals cap, rubbing his bald head.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” Mildred smelled the flowers and caressed the chipped blue vase.
Glen drummed his fingers on the island. “Why the hell is there an Oriental rug on this table?”
“You don’t know nothin’ ‘bout decorating.” Mildred stomped to the window. “See that view?” She folded her arms. “I want this house.”
“There ain’t even a damn coffee pot.”