FRIDAY FEAST with Kaz Delaney

Oh, my lovely Feasters, I am practically squirming with excitement. Today on Friday Feast we have one of the most talented Australian writers around, and if that wasn’t enough, she’s a funny, wonderful person to boot.

I can’t remember which Romance Writers of Australia conference it was – it might have been my first or second – but some woman called Kerri Lane aka Kaz Delaney was MC, and she was hilarious. Her Jenny Cruisie stalker speech in particular had the audience teary eyed with laughter. Now, I had no idea who this woman was (mind you, I didn’t know who Jenny Cruisie was either) but I can distinctly remember thinking, ‘Far out, this woman is funny. She should really write a book.’

Write a book. Yes, well, *clears throat in embarrassment*. It turns out Kaz has written a lot of books, as Kaz Delaney and Kerri Lane, for children, young adults and adults. She is, what you’d call, quite famous, actually.

Which brings me to her wonderful new release. Not so much famous (yet) as…

 

Dead, Actually

 

Dead, Actually is a scathingly funny and sexy mystery set in the depths of Gold Coast society (is that an oxymoron?). Whatever. You’re going to LOL and love it.

Description

Willow’s having a bad week. A dead body, a funeral and now she’s being haunted by the star of it all, the dead queen of Ruth Throsby High herself, JoJo Grayson.
Being dead hasn’t made JoJo any nicer. She’s still venomous and vacuous and, unfortunately, determined to stick around unless Willow finds out what happened.
But the mysteries keep multiplying. There’s a missing phone. An anonymous blackmailer. Dirty secrets that won’t stay buried. And the blame is being cleverly pointed right at Willow.
The only good thing? The gorgeous Seth Pentecost. He’s got his own agenda but it looks like he’s going to help Willow out. Could JoJo’s death be what it takes to finally bring Seth into Willow’s life
?

And now I give you the famous funny lady herself, Kaz Delaney.

 

 

If you’ve never had a leg of lamb greet your guests at the door, you’ve never lived

 

Thank you Cathryn for inviting me to share Friday Feast – this weekly blog is indeed a feast for the senses and I adore it, so I’m thrilled to be here. I love reading all the recipes and tips, and want to come to dinner with you all, though after my offering today I suspect not many people will be lining up to come to my place for dinner!!! Mind you, if you DO decide to pop over, I can almost guarantee you of some excitement! 😉

It may not be the kind of excitement that the characters in Dead, Actually are experiencing because, sadly, I don’t have any snarky ghosts on speed dial, despite having seen a few in my life. My dinner parties also won’t involve blackmail. Not often, anyway…

No, my specialty is dinner with that little bit extra thrown in. Sometimes I feel like Tim – that guy from the old Demtel ads: ‘But wait there’s more!’  Trouble is, none of us know what that ‘extra’ will be until it happens. So far it’s never involved a set of steak knives which is a GOOD thing considering every one of those ‘extras’, so far, has been classified under the heading of ‘DISASTER’.  And steak knives and disaster uttered in the same sentence? Ouch. Not even I’ve fallen that far. Yet.

However, before I reveal all and thus plunge myself into that cold, cold pool of humiliation let me say that I love to cook and bake. And though you’ll find it hard to believe – I’m quite good at it. My mother gave up accountancy to become a chef and she was always ahead of trends. Apart from that I love food and love being in the kitchen. I love experimenting and am notorious for never having recipes and have always believed cooking was one of my strongest talents. Closely followed by joke telling and party-karaoke (also called kerri-oke in some circles).

 I’m losing you already, right? ­ ☺ It’s okay – you’re safe. This is a karaoke-free blog.  And besides, no fermented liquids have passed my lips.

So here I am – plunging…

The first experience from my vast repertoire of disasters happened way back in our marriage. I was a (very) newbie-wife and it involved important people (as in dh’s boss) coming to dinner. I had baked a leg of lamb. How safe could you get, right? Besides, I was still a newbie cook as well.

Anyway, just as dh opened the door to our guests, I was pulling the roasting pan from the oven. Now, our flat was small and it had polished floors.

Yep – you can see where this is headed, right?

Distracted by the sound of jovial greetings, I fumbled. The pan tipped and I lost control. Wide-eyed, I watched the lamb joint slip over the edge and hit the floor.

And skate. Right across already mentioned polished floor.

And stop at the front door.

Right at the feet of our guests.

No one said a word. Silence.

I had two choices. I could scream out the back and never return, or pull on my big girl panties. I chose the latter. With as much dignity as I could muster, I simply, calmly, walked to the door, stepped in between the equally stupefied guests and husband, and picked up the errant leg of lamb, turned and carried back into the kitchen. I didn’t say a word.

No one did. Half an hour later, I served it.

I can’t remember those people ever coming back to dinner.

The second also involves a roast and this was only a few year ago. My daughter and her family were on a teaching exchange in Canada, and Nicole, her beautiful Canadian counterpart arrived and we were taking care of her. Introducing her, showing her around etc. On her second night here, we had them (she and her brother) here for dinner. What to serve? We had no idea of their preferences or beliefs so I decided on an array of Aussie things as we had the rest of the family over as well.

So, there I was. A wee bit frantic, ensuring the guests were comfortable. The evening began well, but it was typical of many nights with new people involved. Everyone was trying so hard, but there was just that hint of unease that happens when people don’t yet know each other. Laughing just a tad too heartily and then those moments of awkward silence that people rush to fill…

Well baby – did I have the panacea for that…

One of those food choices was a roasting joint and I was in the midst of making my special gravy to serve on the side when this particular disaster happened.

My gravy-making dish was an oven-proof glass roasting pan that had been passed down from Mum and used a trillion times. It was fabulous but apparently it was rapidly reaching its use-by date. So, there I was, standing over the hotplates, stirring the gravy when there was the most ear-shattering sound. Everyone rushed down to the kitchen…

And suddenly the laughter wasn’t forced. Or over-hearty.

It was spontaneous and knee-weakening. People who’d met merely minutes before clung to each other. Some flopped onto the floor. Tears flowed freely down cheeks – though not one was cried in sorrow. Shrieks of laugher filled the whole house and my annoyed indignation did nothing to abate that.

Why? Exploding gravy. That scrumptiously tasty gravy exploded. Not only did the glass pan go off like a bomb, it rained gravy all over me. My face, my hair, my carefully chosen clothes. It dripped off my nose, my eyebrows.

That exploding gravy experience became ‘our story’, and as annoying as it was (and yes, potentially dangerous) it broke the ice (along with my fave roasting pan!) and cemented the friendship. Just last year she was back for a visit with her new husband the first thing Nicole asked was whether we were having gravy. ☺

So, there I am. Naked, exposed and humiliated. Anyone care to join me? To tell their own story and make me feel better? Or offer sympathy? Sympathy is good. Either one will afford you an opportunity to win a copy of my latest YA, ‘Dead, Actually’. A cross-over novel for everyone who can remember their first love and doesn’t mind the odd bit of ghostliness, blackmail and a mystery thrown in.  Under the circumstances, I decided against leaving you with a recipe. Might be safer… ☺ However, to make up, I’ll throw in a sparkly gold bouillon shaped key-ring!

Thank you for having me here, Cathryn!

 

Oh, thank you, Kaz for such a wonderful post, complete with skating lamb and exploding gravy. Such fun!

Now, Feasters, you heard our fabulous guest, offer your story or a big dose of sympathy and you could win a copy of the brilliantly titled and fabulously written Dead, Actually and a gold bullion-shaped keyring. Which is, let’s face it, pretty damn awesome. So get commenting!

Giveaway closes midnight Tuesday, 3rd April AEST. Open internationally.

If you would like to learn more about Kaz please visit her website. You can also connect via her blog, Facebook and Twitter.

 

Kaz’s Dead, Actually giveaway is now closed. Congratulations to Kelly, the lucky winner of this fabulous book. Thanks to everyone who joined in the fun. Who knew dinner parties were so fraught with danger!

0 thoughts on “FRIDAY FEAST with Kaz Delaney

  1. AvatarImelda Evans

    I’ve never had the gravy explode Kaz, but I did once make choux pastry buns for a very fancy dinner party that turned out as choux pastry leather. As in, one big sheet of leather. Cheezy, quite tasty leather, but leather nonetheless! I still don’t know what happened, but I have never ventured there again. Thanks for the laugh, and for the great book. The girl is still promising a review!

  2. AvatarKaz Delaney

    Thanks for having me here Cathryn! What a blast!

    Though, really, I must decline your very generous offer to pay for the therapy that will no doubt be necessary after today… No. Really… It’ll be fine.

    I’ve already had a phone session and the therapist assures me the tick will go away fairly soon and within six months I’ll be able to walk through that front door and face the world again.

    He feels it could also be the breakthrough we’ve been waiting for with regard to my gravyphobia…

    So,please, please… Don’t blame yourself. Right?

  3. AvatarKaz Delaney

    Imelda! How great to see you here. Choux pastry is indeed difficult! I have a recipe somewhere that I use for profiteroles and it’s quite the easiest I’ve ever used.

    If I find it, I’ll send it across. (Obviously haven’t used it for a while…)

    But you know what? Some of the funniest and best dinner parties I’ve had are when something went horribly wrong. Knowing you, I bet you made the most of it!

    Thank you daughter for me and please tell her I look forward to her review. Hugs to you both.

  4. Avatarannegracie

    Ah, Kaz, you are such a class act — I LOVED this post! And I expect you served that “picked-up” roast leg of lamb with “And now here’s another one I prepared earlier.”

    Looking forward to reading ‘Dead, Actually.”

    1. AvatarKaz Delaney

      LOL Anne. No, it was more like a ‘Don’t mention the War’ situation. Plan B was to get them so plied with alcohol that we could deny the whole thing the next day and blame their delusional rantings on intoxication.

      Which proves, contrary to popular belief, that in times of trouble booze CAN be your friend.

      I don’t think Plan B worked though. And maybe that was because Plan A was for ME to drink all that alcohol so ‘I’ could forget so there was nothing left for them!!! LOL.

      Wouldn’t you have loved to be privvy to their conversation on the car trip home??? LOL!!

      I hope you enjoy ‘Dead, Actually’!

      Thank you Anne. x

  5. Avatarrachaeljohns

    Am LOL so much I don’t know if I can type!!! My disaster dinner party story – I was having a fondue party with my best ever girl friends. I was newly married, newly housed and had a new puppy – wanted to show it ALL off!! Well, I made the cheese fondue and the chocolate fondue and they both tasted fab. Chopped up all the yummies to go with them, set a gorgeous table, cracked open the bubbly, etc, etc, etc… You get the idea. Well, the BIG puppy was chasing the cat round the table BEFORE my guests arrived and tripped (yes, puppies CAN trip) over the electric cord of the fondue bowl ( what are they called anyway)! The cheese fondue went flying after said puppy, splattering every available surface as it went.
    My guests arrived with cheese EVERYWHERE and no main course 🙂 Luckily they are old, good friends who saw the funny side and didn’t care, because let’s face it, we still had the chocolate fondue which was FAR more important!!
    Great post Kaz – I can’t wait to read Dead, Actually either!!

    1. AvatarKaz Delaney

      Oh Rach! I love it!! And your wonderfully hilarious story reminded me of another. Not mine this time but my klutzy friend Tanya McGovern who is so like me that I sometimes have to take my pulse to make sure she’s not me reincarnated.

      Very similar story. Tan was having a dinner party. She had the most beautiful big hairy dog. It was quite young but huge and very playful. Well someone who came to the dinner party either brought a cat, or let a cat inside thinking it belonged there.

      Tan’s big dog took one look at the cat and it was on! The cat was like lightning and the dog took chase through the living room and out to the dining room. The cat, trying to get up and out of harm’s way, dived up onto the table that was set with beautiful china and glassware – and the salad and rolls etc. And the dog followed!!!

      Big dog, frightened cat! Glass and china and silverware went flying. Salad and rolls! Honestly it was like a scene from a slapstick movie.

      No fondue though, thank goodness! That would have been worse!

      I love this Rach – thank you for sharing! I feel so much better! LOL.

      1. AvatarCathryn Hein

        Oh. My. God. What funny stories!!!

        I, too, hope that was just a cat that had snuck inside because I’m thinking that BYO catting to a dinner party indicates a serious case of human-pet separation anxiety.

  6. AvatarTina Marie Clark

    Hey Cathryn and Kaz

    Cath – thanks for having Kaz here today – and I know just what you mean by her being so funny as an MC. Actually she is just funny as a person too…

    Congrats on Dead Actually’s release Kaz!

    Bye 4 now
    Tina

  7. AvatarKaz Delaney

    Hey Tina!
    You are way too sweet! Funny? Ahhh honey? I learned early on that if you’re as accident pone and clumsy as I am, it’s better to laugh first and loudest!

    Thank you for the kind words re ‘Dead, Actually’.

    Hugs!

    1. AvatarCathryn Hein

      Hi Tina, lovely to see you here!

      I am so delighted to have Kaz on Friday Feast. Her post is every bit as funny as I expected, and if Dead, Actually is anything the same (which I bet it is) it’ll be a rollicking read.

  8. AvatarRee

    Kaz, you made me laugh so much!!! Indeed Cathryn she is incredibly funny!!
    I am sending great sympathy and have a story of my own.
    Mine, many years ago, was set as my first ‘at home’ date with my boyfriend, now husband.
    I decided to cook up a storm with a delicious meal and even better dessert. All with the idea playing in my mind that a way to a man’s heart is his stomach and I was really into this guy!!
    Dinner was a success, I can’t remember exactly what it was, and that may be because of my dessert disaster.
    Without recipe, I thought myself quite expert at baking a pie. I mean, how hard could it be, pastry and fruit?!
    Pastry was perfect, but when we cut into it, it seems chopping up strawberries, mixing them with flour and god-knows what else I thought made a filling, was just absolute goop.
    My future husband ate the goop pie, with a smile.
    8 years on every now and then when I am baking he will open the oven door to check there is no Goop Pie!!
    It WAS disgusting, but the things we do to impress people!!

    Not as good as the leg of lamb, or the exploding gravy, but just as embarrassing!!

    Thanks Cathryn and thanks Kaz 🙂

    1. AvatarKaz Delaney

      Ahh Goop Pie… LOL! The things we do to impress… I adore your good pie story, Ree!

      Best of all I loved that your lovely husband ate it! Now THAT’s the way to win a woman’s heart: when the man eats what she cooks – even if it’s goop! LOL

      Thank you sweetheart, for dropping in to say ‘hi’. xxxxx

      1. AvatarCathryn Hein

        Goop! What a great word. I can picture that pie perfectly, Ree. And what a nice man your husband is to eat his goop with a smile. Must’ve been love!

        Thanks so much for dropping by and sharing your goopy story.

  9. AvatarJuanita Kees

    What a great post, Kaz and Cathryn 🙂 Kaz, I am so taking you with me to karoake!

    My kids could write a book on my cooking disasters…if they survive. It would contain a range of crusty casseroles, dead brussel sprouts and golf ball BBQ pork buns so bad that even the dog laughed at them. I’m so bad that hubby has banned me from the kitchen. (See? There’s method in my madness 😉 ) I’m only allowed in occasionally to make macaroni cheese bake – my single hurrah. Oh and microwave fudge…I can do that.

  10. AvatarKaz Delaney

    You’re on Juanita! Kerri-aoke here we come!! Must be preceded by lots of fermented liquid, though.

    Imelda and I tried to do get a karaoke going in Brisbane a few Qld confs ago. But the man running it wouldn’t come out and play! I think he took one look at us and was terrified!

    And I love your plan, woman! If I didn’t like cooking so much that would definitely be my plan! Well done! xx

    1. AvatarCathryn Hein

      Can I put my hand up for Kerri-oke too, please? I’m a bit partial to a wine-induced sing-along. It’s my girlfriend, Amy’s fault for introducing me to the joys of this embarrassing-in-the-morning pastime.

      I can indeed see great method in your madness, Juanita. Veeeeery sly. But does the non-cooking mean you’re lumped with all the dishes and cleaning up?

      1. AvatarJuanita Kees

        Sadly yes, Cathryn. But that gives me time for an extra glass of red 😉
        Kerri-aoke / Karaoke should always be preceded by copious amounts of red wine and finished with a round of Black Russians. Our local bartender hands out ear plugs when we walk through the door on a Friday night. We have him well trained!

  11. Avatarcccoburn

    I peeded myself laughing at the roast lamb story – it’s similar to one I have in a book I’m writing – have you been hacking my pooter???? I might steal the gravy story in return!
    Keep on writing your fabulous stories my dear, you always make me smile!
    CCxx

    1. AvatarKaz Delaney

      Scouts honour! No computer hacking!! My life is Greek Tragedy, I don’t have to look for to find disaster stories!

      Even with the best intentions I somehow manage to turn everything on its ear. Just last week at my launch, a phone was handed in – it had been dropped outside. I devoted two days of my life finding a charger to re-charge it and then tracking down the owners etc. Only to LOSE it. Yep. What are the chances of losing a lost/found phone? Slim. And yet I managed it quite easily.

      With luck like that, why can’t I win Lotto? Surely those chances are just as slim!

      LOL. Thanks for dropping by CC. And ditto right backatcha. YOU keep writing those funny stories. I love them. xx

  12. AvatarSuzanne Brandyn

    I am laughing my head off here. Exploding gravy… I hope you didn’t waste too much, I love a roast dinner. It’s made me hungry. 🙂
    Oh potentialy dangerous, yes, I hope your face was okay.

    lol When was the last time you made gravy. At least it got the party going. lol…

    1. AvatarKerri/Kaz

      Hi Suz,
      We lost the lot! Mostly because the glass really exploded. Well, it sounded like an explosion. In reality it cracked completely in two – somehow shooting gravy into the air as it went off – and thus we couldn’t take the chance of accidentally feeding our guests cracked glass.

      Though had that happened it wouldn’t have been the first time a dinner guest ended up in hospital. But honestly he’d barely taken two bites! LOL.

      We had no idea this fellow was unwell. We’d been chatting and laughing and then sat down to the entree, and two bites in, he calmly said, “I’m sorry, I’m going to have to call an ambulance.”

      We laughed. Who wouldn’t? But he was serious!! Very weird bloke. Total hypochondriac – or so we came to know later on. He became a paramedic so he could be up to speed on all the latest diseases so he’d know early on if he had one. (His words)

      It was many years ago when the entry wasn’t so strenuous – you could basically do a St Johns course and apply. Funny thing was his buddies got tired of taking HIM to hospital. In the middle of a shift he’d climb into the back of the ambulance and insist of being taken to hospital.

      How’s that for a hero? A paranoid, hypochondriac paramedic!!

      I love life! It’s fascinating!!!

      1. AvatarCathryn Hein

        Lovely to see you here, Suz!

        The exploding gravy reminds me of the time Mum’s ancient pressure cooker blew it’s stack. It was like a bomb.The lid flew off, the glass electric stove top smashed into a thousand tiny fragments and the walls, ceiling, floor, cupboards – everything – dripped with the dog food she was cooking. Not nice. Not nice at all.

        A paranoid paramedic? Far out, Kaz, you have the best stories! No wonder you’re a writer…

  13. AvatarKelly Ethan

    lol so funny. Exploding gravy and flying lamb….

    My own disasters are too numerous to count but here are a few I like ;P

    We don’t entertain a lot so when family or friends come over I like to make a big deal. So I cooked this lovely curry with some rice and then on the hoof decided to make a cake as well. Rushing I zoomed around getting everything together while shouting at kids ;P The guests turned up and I proudly served up the curry. Sadly I had mistaken the recipe amount and in stead of a couple of tablespoons of curry powder I put in half a cup..snicker. I blew everyones mouth away and had my son crying and rushing for milk, Well I thought I’d bring out my yummy chocolate cake and save the day. Only problem is that earlier hubby had unpacked the groceries and instead of putting the sugar in the sugar container he accidentally put salt ROFLMAO. Sadly the cake wasn’t so yummy and when the friends want to have dinner they suggest takeaway…EPIC FAIL.

    The other funny experience is when I was preggers with the twins. Hubby could not stand to be in the kitchen with me while I was cooking. Because I would dry reach and heave into kitchen sink. Very icky but oh so entertaining when I wanted them out of the kitchen I would just twitch out a couple of fake heaves and everyone would run ;P

    Kelly Ethan

    1. AvatarKerri/Kaz

      Hi Kel! O.M.G – this is too funny! Two disasters in one meal! I love it!

      I can just imagine you thinking, ‘thank God I have the cake’ – and then have that backfire as well.

      I’ve never done the salt thing, though I’ve heard of other people doing it. Refilling the wrong container is such an easy thing to do!

      I actually wrote a kids chapter book that came out with Pearson last year and it was based on exactly that scenario. It was called ‘It’s a Dog’s Life’. In this case Grandma mixed up a spice with the dog’s vitamin powder and the entire family suddenly started acting like dogs. Licking heir bowls, catching flies, scratching their ears – with their feet!

      I had such fun writing that story – and so much fun reading our post here!

      Kelly, thank you so much for the laugh. Hugs to all hose beautiful children.

      1. AvatarCathryn Hein

        LOVED your stories, Kelly. Your poor guests! But I bet everyone had a laugh.

        I’ve never done the salt-sugar thing either, Kaz, but it seems an awful lot of Feasters have. I should do a count one day from previous posts where people have related their disasters. The salt-sugar one comes up a lot.

        I have made the cornflour-icing sugar mistake though….

  14. AvatarHelene Young

    Hysterical, Kerri! Love the lamb story and can see you carrying it off with fine style!! And the exploding gravy pan? Lucky you could all see the funny side in that!

    I had a tin of condense milk explode one afternoon when I was trying to make a caramel tart for a friend’s party. We’d forgotten about the pan and it boiled dry… The first thing we knew about it was the almighty bang as it exploded. By the time we worked out what had caused it the caramel was dripping off my mum’s ceiling (and this was an old Queenslander with high ceilings…) and dropping all over the floor. When Mum finally came home we’d managed to cleaned up the worst of it, but we’d spent far too long holding each other up as we laughed until we cried… She was less amused…

    I still smile at that memory anytime I eat caramel 🙂

    1. AvatarCathryn Hein

      Oh, caramel tart. That is quite the most delicious thing. A great blast from the past, Helene.

      Remember what happens if you open the tin before it’s properly cool? The height pressurised caramel can spurt is incredible, so I hate to think how far an entire exploding tin went. What a mess that must have been!

  15. AvatarKelly Ethan

    LOL Kez. Licking their bowls and scratching like dogs. Classic 😉 Have given the boys hugs though they are smeared with vegemite and cottage cheese. Not very appealing…unless you’re a dog that is. My little dog LOOOOVES the boys. He would lick them clean if I’d let him.

    xx
    Kel

  16. AvatarKerri/Kaz

    Oooh the old condensed milk explosion trick! LOL! How hilarious! Never had it happen but I’ve come close. Have lost count of all the tins of condensed milk I’ve boiled – and even with Nestle introducing heir own – the home made one is still nicer.

    Helene, the other one I’ve never had happen – though I don’t know why with my track record 😉 – is the exploding egg. My husband has seen it, but not me. I’ve heard about it a few times and each time the story is the same. Apparently there’s nothing worse. Couldn’t imagine one little exploding boiled egg doing that much damage/causing that much mess – but it does!

    And your story of mum not being overly impressed jogged another memory of mine. But we must remember with this one that I was 9 years old Right? Promise? 😉

    At school we had to write a procedure, and I chose making a cake. After all, I’d seen mum do it so many times, right? I was so inspired by my story (see? I was destined to be a writer!) that I raced home to make my own cake. My mum worked, so we had run of the house till she got in at about 5.30.

    I formed the batter into patty cakes and ahem – also made a HUGE mess in the kitchen – literally things dripping off the table onto the floor. But that wasn’t the worst. You see, the only part of the stove/oven I knew how to use where the hotplates and the grill. So, I grilled the patty cake batter!

    The whole house smoked up! The patty cake papers caught fire! And batter dripped down into every nook and cranny of that oven. My aunt lived next door and my sister raced in to get help – but she refused to help us clean up! LOL. Mum totally hit the roof – and I was heartbroken because there were no yummy cakes to eat!

    I still think I should have been given some credit for at least having a go…

    LOL. Thank you Helene – it’s always great to chat with you, I’m loving these stories!

    1. AvatarKelly Ethan

      lol Kez. Yummm patty cakes ;P I never did anything like that but I do know my little brother when he was very small climbed up on a fridge and started chucking eggs on the floor very early one am. Mum came out to discover a huge mess and him grinning on top of the fridge.

      Boys….*shakes head* God help me I have three.

      Kelly

    2. AvatarCathryn Hein

      I agree! The home made boiled tin caramel is far, far superior to the bought one. And there’s that fantastic danger element in the making. Nothing like a kitchen thrill!

      Ahh, our poor, long-suffering mums. All those messes they had to put up with!

  17. AvatarKerri/Kaz

    Vegemite and cream cheese? Delicious, Kel! It’d take more than that to put me off! Besides – you can’t see what’s smeared all over my face!!

    I’ll try and get a copy of that book for you! Remind me.

    Hugs.

  18. AvatarCathryn Hein

    Congratulations to Kelly, who is the winner of Kaz’s fabulous book n’ bling giveaway. Your copy of Dead, Actually and that special gold bullion-shaped keyring is on its way.

    Thanks to everyone for your dinner party disaster comments. They were a hoot!