Escape into a Story · Giveaway · Story Inspiration

Sharing local holiday traditions in fiction + giveaway

Culture is fascinating, isn’t it? I think a big part of what I love about reading is how we can travel anywhere in the world just by picking up a book. And at each stop in our travels, we learn something new and interesting about the culture, the people, or traditions of a place.

I especially love reading Christmas stories. It’s so fun to explore world traditions while also reading about new love or friends discovering new feelings. Some days it’s nice to be immersed in a stereotypical small-town white Christmas story with the vintage red truck and a flannel-wearing hero and his neatly trimmed beard while our big-city heroine rethinks her executive boyfriend and decides to stay and help save the local food pantry. But other days, nothing will do but an escape to some unexplored-but-real locale. An adventure with an unconventional hero and heroine someplace we’ve never been.

Being a lifelong reader and virtual world traveler is probably why I enjoy describing local traditions in my own books so much. As much as I love discovering new places, I treasure my role as virtual tour-guide to my beloved home, Albuquerque, New Mexico. New Mexico is a culturally rich environment with a ton of traditions all year through, especially at Christmas.

So far, I’ve written three Christmas novellas, one standalone and two as part of collections. In each, it’s been my pleasure to share such special holiday events as the Old Town stroll and the River of Lights. The Christmas table is often filled with authentic New Mexican dishes such as enchiladas, posole, tamales, and biscochitos. There’s a Twinkle Light parade and a tumbleweed snowman that stands tall by the freeway every year. Other cities have their own special traditions and tourist lures, but none as dear to my heart as the lighting of luminarias on Christmas Eve.

Statewide through the month of December, horizontal surfaces everywhere are covered in lanterns made from plain paper bags filled with sand and a single candle. Rooftops, the tops of walls, along sidewalks, all over. Then on Christmas Eve, the candles are lit and a vigil begins. I could wax poetic on the magic and wonder of our luminaria tours for another five hundred words or more. Instead, I’ll leave you with a few pictures and an invitation to come visit New Mexico in my Christmas stories, where you can visualize the wonder and beauty I see and enjoy with my family every year.

And if you live or have visited somewhere enchanting for the holidays, I’d love to read about it in the comments below! Even if the visit happened literarily, tell me about it! I’ll draw two names from the comments randomly for a copy of Love, Laughter, and Luminarias.

Be blessed wherever you spend this holiday season. May the Lord bless you and keep you, and may your own traditions increase the hope and joy of the season for you and the ones you love!

Real Life · Story Inspiration

The Summit

Well, I turned forty last weekend. I’m surprisingly okay with that number. I mean, it took a little bit of processing and a whole lot of emotional taking of stock (oh my gosh, <insert life event> happened how long ago?!), but more than anything, I feel like I’m standing on this great mountaintop and I’m looking across a nice, wide summit at this amazing gift called life.

And it’s good.

The Sandia Mountain range.

Earlier this month, I hiked the Domingo Baca/TWA Canyon trail in the Sandia Mountains. My husband did it about twenty years ago and always told stories about it. Mostly about how tough it was, but worth it. We’ve waited and waited until the kids were old enough to make it without complaining too much or needing to be carried, and finally, this was the year!

If you’ve ever read any of my books, you’ll know how much I love my mountains. They call to me. So we answered, the five of us, with our backpacks, lunches, and water. We ventured out into an overcast day with a chance of thunderstorms. Not exactly optimal weather, but we prayed it would hold out until we were finished. It mostly did.

And I just have to interject here that it was pretty much the equivalent of climbing UP the stairs in our two-story house repeatedly for five straight hours, stopping to rest, eat, sip, and shutterbug, and then climbing down those stairs for two more. Yes, the incline was pretty much the same. No, I’m not exaggerating. Much.

Wreckage litters the long, narrow canyon.

But for about an hour in between the going up and coming down, we explored the wreckage of a Martin 404 airplane, once TWA flight 260, that crashed up there in 1955. Being up there in the middle of it was sobering and adventure-inspiring at the same time. To walk among tragedy and see how nature has taken it over was absolutely incredible. (And of course, now hubby and I have a book about it on request with the library!)

One of the engines.

I came home with my family that evening ravenous and uplifted in a way I haven’t been in years. Connected with my people, connected with nature, connected with God. And we were drained and sore, but we did it! Over seven miles in a day. I’m sure you can imagine.

I obsess over bee photos.

When it was all said and done, it was exactly what I didn’t even know I needed to reset my perspective. There’s something incredibly wonderful about experiencing the wild world with those we love. And adding to that the thrill of a successful adventure? Happy sigh. Like that wonderful feeling you get after reading a whole series back-to-back and it ends just perfectly.

This peak is above the crash site.

That night when we came home, I was reading (as always haha). The story was going a little slower than I had patience for, so I read faster to compensate. It got me thinking about how we voracious readers enjoy a story’s climb. The build up of anticipation, the long looks between hero and heroine, the tension and conflict that grow as everything rushes toward the peak and then resolves. But as I recalled standing on the giant rocks, looking down at the world below and seeing how far we’d climbed, it reminded me to not only slow down and fully experience the climb, but also to enjoy the summit a while.

To savor the best part of the story, both in the books I’m reading and in real life.

Plus, you totally know this adventure is going into a book. *wink wink*

books · inspirational · Uncategorized

Halloween is over, Thanksgiving is coming, but it’s never too early for CHRISTMAS!

Okay, so maybe it is a little early for Christmas. But in the wild world of publishing, it’s never too early to release a Christmas book. So…my newest book baby is born today, Love, Laughter, and Luminarias. You can find out what it’s about in the link.

What I’d like to share today is what a stinkin’ little miracle this book is for me as a writer.

I’d been working on a different holiday story and it just wasn’t going where I wanted it to. I was stuck. And by stuck, I mean, I hated the leading lady, hated how I couldn’t move the story forward, and I seriously considered my first three books an utter fluke because I must be a two-bit hack to write myself into a corner I couldn’t find a way out of. So where did I turn? Naturally, to prayer.

Which led me to reason 8,974,301 why I know God loves me. On my way to a dinner with two girlfriends from church, I was praying HARD for direction, and then…after three weeks of zero words, BAM. I had a fully outlined first chapter and character sketch for Garrett, my hero. After we said our goodbyes earlier than usual, I decided to hit up Starbucks, knowing they’d be open at least another hour. By the time I left, I had the first chapter WRITTEN, a full sketch for Nina, my heroine, AND a clear answer from the Lord. Not even kidding you, in the car on the way home I clearly heard His pressing that if I would fast from reading for the next week, then He would give me this story faster than I’ve written anything, ever. (Do you even understand how HARD that was to process?! If you’re an avid reader, you get it.) But when Jesus tells you to do something, it’s smart to snap to it and get with the program.

I survived.

And I wrote this 24k word novella in two weeks. TWO. WEEKS. Never have I done anything like that before.

And now, as I gear up for NaNoWriMo (just Google it), I feel a little more confident that I can win that, too. Which might just mean all of you who’ve been waiting on Caleb’s story, AKA the third Everyday Love book, you might just get it into your hands before next spring after all! Yee haw!

And if you love books AND giveaways, well LitRing is offering up this one, which LL&L is happily featured in! It’s only available in eBook format right now, but if you don’t have a kindle, don’t worry! Amazon offers a free app for all tablet and mobile devices! And this book is only 99¢. So go get it!

Merry ThanksChristmasGiving season!

Jaycee

 

inspirational · Uncategorized

It’s a hike, not a roller coaster.

A lot of people use the roller coaster as an analogy for life. I say it’s more like an intense hiking trip.

We have this trail here in Albuquerque called the La Luz trail. It’s something like seven miles long, each way.

When I was younger, a bunch of teenage boys and girls from youth group all in shorts, tees, and ball caps, some in sneakers and others in boots decided to brave the ninety-plus degree summer heat and tackle it. We started out together, laughing and joking around, and gradually, a few of the boys and I think one of the more brazen girls took the lead, determined to get to the top. A huge group of us took the middle, and eventually a few fell behind and mostly complained about the heat.

And it was hot. By the end of the day, most of us turned back, but I’ll never forget the faces of my friends who’d braved the entire hike up and then arrived late to our youth night that evening, still red-faced and sweaty, but with the pride of having also hiked it back down. I still remember feeling the regret that perhaps I’d given up too easily and the envy that I couldn’t claim to have conquered the trail with these guys. (That’s me in the center with the white tee and hat and about half the group.)

This trail starts out in a wide expanse of nature’s attempts at greenery, namely brown grasses and scattered cacti. It feels like an easy, unshaded, long walk through the desert and just when you’re pretty sure you’re going to die of heatstroke, you come upon a change in the scenery. Huge rocks line the trail in places, and the plant life looks a little thicker. If you can stick it out, then you’ll mercifully find that the higher and steeper the incline becomes, the closer you are to the treeline. Depending on the time of year, you might even still find remnants of snow the higher you go. Now, the trail has anywhere from a 9% to 40% incline, so it’s never boring. Like most of New Mexico, the surroundings change drastically with every new twist and turn you take. One minute it’s hot, dry, and rather ugly, and the next, it’s stunningly beautiful.

Now, if you’re one of the die-hards who can make it to the top (which I’m sad to say, I never did), you’ll be rewarded with an incredible view of the city. Absolutely incredible. I’ve driven to the top of the crest more times than I can count, so I know where the trail dumps out. It’s a brief walk across the top of my favorite mountain to the Sandia Peak Tramway, the longest aerial tramway in the United States, third longest in the world. A lot of people hike up the trail and take the tram back down, or vice versa. Some have friends pick up them up. The bravest make the fifteen-ish-mile round trip and know the explosive pride of victory. I found a great blog piece that really describes it well.

Okay, so back to the top. I have a ridiculous penchant for viewing everything through analogies. In everything, I see a comparison to something else.

For real life, I see a hike up the La Luz. There are seasons of barren, desolate wasteland like the bottom of the trail. Multiple choices laid out, different paths to choose that lead to the top. There are rocky seasons ahead, when you have to decide whether to stick to the trail or give those boulders a good climb to see what’s on the other side. There are times when you’re ready to give up and turn back because it’s just too hard, too exhausting, too daunting to continue. All the moments when you’re surrounded by friends, and then eventually the pack is sorted out and you’re left in front, in the middle, or straggling behind. Sometimes alone.

For those who keep moving forward, the seasons of shade and growth come. Restorative seasons, with places to rest and enjoy the surroundings. Times of wonder and admiration. Moments where the trees are so thick you’re in darkness, but then the sunlight breaks through again. Climbing, climbing, all the while. Sometimes up, sometimes down, changing direction as needed but trying to stay on course even with plenty of opportunities to veer elsewhere. And then finally, the crest. Victory. The seasons of knowing you’ve made it, relishing in the sweetness of accomplishment and success.

All to turn and find it’s time to make the journey back down all over again. Maybe a nice, smooth ride like the tram. Maybe with friends who’ve picked you up. Or maybe on your feet, making those ups and downs and switchbacks through more seasons of beauty and barren desolation amid rocks and thorns and pockets of beauty.

Such is life, but it’s beautiful. My hope for you today is that you’ll enjoy the climb.

Crap, now I’m going to have Miley Cyrus singing that in my head all day. Ha! And now so will you. Like her or not, that song is lyrical genius. It’s not about how fast you get there. It’s not about what’s waiting on the other side. It’s the climb.

What are you climbing for? Who are you climbing with? As for me, I just want to get to the top and back down again with that red face, sweaty and exhausted, but knowing I did it. I made it. I have no regrets and I’d do it all again and again just to feel the gut rush and satisfaction.

Maybe this summer I’ll take my family and make that literal climb. But regardless, I’ll be enjoying life’s climb. The ups and downs, even the barren places and switchbacks–because I know that the shelter and shade of the One who made me is there, and He’s got a beautiful view and victory waiting.

about me · books · Uncategorized

It’s like pregnancy…and parenthood.

Writing a book feels a lot like pregnancy. I’m completely serious.

You have to admit the conception part is the most fun, aside from the beautiful blessing of holding that baby in your arms. Everything in between is a lot of dreaming and a whole ton of planning, prepping, and reining in the crazy.

But then, suddenly, you’re holding that beautiful work of yours in your arms and it’s perfect. You only pray people look at that precious bundle and think it’s as wonderful as you do. Surely yours won’t be one of those avoid-eye-contact ugly ones, right?

And while I’m working the analogy, let’s just acknowledge that publication is a lot like raising that baby.

In those early days, you’re showing off pictures and telling everyone who will listen until your family rolls their eyes and your friends start to avoid you. You’ve got those quiet moments where you’re frantically checking in to make sure there’s still signs of life. For a little while, there’s peace and just enjoying the wonder of it all.

Down the road, you may have corrections to make, little tweaks to ensure it grows up well. Eventually, you’re helping fix that outward appearance that’s become a little awkward but still wanting to fit in with peers. Siblings come along, and you’re doing the same for them, too.

And all the while, you’re working, loving, crying, reflecting, getting everyone where they need to be, still dreaming of a bright future, but exhausted. Rejoicing in triumphs and correcting the screw ups. Knowing more everyday and still nothing, all at the same time.

Yes, being an author is a whole lot like parenthood.

I could go on with the comparison, but I’ll stop here. Instead, I’m going to take my own proud momma moment and introduce you to my newest book baby, Whatever Comes Our Way. It’s now fully available on Amazon in eBook and paperback. And just so it’s big sister doesn’t get jealous, I’ll remind you that you can still get What Could Be free in eBook today, and only $2.99 after that. And don’t ask a mother to choose favorites. She usually can’t (even though, secretly, she’ll tell you that she’s a little enamored with the baby right now because it’s just so new and wonderful).

 

about me · in the kitchen · Uncategorized

Green Chile is My Favorite!

I have to admit, I can’t stand Will Ferrell 98% of the time, but Elf is ridiculous and awesome. And while smiling might be Buddy’s favorite, green chile might be mine. Okay, it’s a toss up with Einstein Bagels’ Vanilla Hazelnut coffee.

But I wouldn’t be a New Mexican if I didn’t love me some chile. And that’s chile with an e, people. Chili is that spicy meat and bean and tomato stuff made famous in Texas. Chile is the pepper, the sauce, the glorious deliciousness we love here in NM. And for die hards, we also love it red. And when you serve the two side by side, we call it Christmas. Hence my thinking about Buddy the Elf.

But green chile. I love to play with the stuff, and buy it by the 30lb box (okay, maybe I buy two) every August and sniff the air as they roast it, preserve the fragrance in my minivan for days after I bring it home, bag and freeze and revel in the nom all year long.

Usually in the fall I make caramel from scratch, which is its own sort of fun. One year I decided to make green chile caramels. This year I went a step further and made green chile vanilla cupcakes with green chile salted caramel frosting.

Can I just say, nom? Yes, I can admit my kitchen fails but I will also acknowledge the wins. And whoa. These were a win.

But I digress. Sorry, I may not have shown my penchant for rabbit trails just yet.

A few weeks ago, a friend of mine gave me the easiest recipe for sandwich bread ever. It’s already a new standby because it’s awesome. But today, I needed green chile cheddar bread. I needed it. So…

This happened. Don’t worry, I will totally share the recipes below.

Of course, if you want the whole food blogger experience with step by step pics, I have to apologize. I don’t do that here.

And of course, every good bread needs a good soup to go with it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So that’s how this happened.

Green chile chicken soup is my stand by for crappy weather. Oh, I will pretty much concoct any kind of soup out there that sounds good. (I used to stink at making soup until I learned that making bone broth from Costco rotisserie chickens is key.) But green chile has more vitamin C and capsaicin than pretty much any other food item out there. So it’s perfect for cold season.

Plus, it’s just good eating.

Back to the point. I wanted to share with you a little bit of deliciousness and the culture I’ve adopted. Oh, but I’ll warn you. When I cook, I concoct. So measurements are an estimate for the soup below, with options for making life easier. The baking stuff will have precision, though, so you can stop sweating.

Let me know what you think! I’d love to hear from some of you. What’s your favorite local flavor where you are?

 

 

 

 

 


Seriously easy and delicious white sandwich bread:

*This recipe came from my friend Bethany H, but after it wasn’t nearly as pretty as hers the first time, I modified it slightly based on other disasters experiences I’ve had with making bread.

  • 2 Tbsp active dry yeast
  • 1/2 c. warm water (I microwave it for 30 sec)
  • 1/2 Tbsp sugar

Mix and set aside. Warm oven to 170 degrees (or a handy dandy bread proof setting if you have one).

  • 1 c. HOT water (not boiling, but hot)
  • 1 c. HOT milk (again, not boiling, and the fattier the better, I’ve even used a blend of skim and half&half)
  • 2 1/2 Tbsp. sugar
  • 1 Tbsp. salt
  • 1/3 c. oil
  • 3 c. flour
  • *For people like me who usually have epic bread fails, I’m going to give you a secret that will make ALL the difference in the world. Bob’s Red Mill vital wheat gluten. Yeah, I know, the “g” word. But if you live in high altitude or have problems, give it a try. Usually a health food store or the health food section at Smith’s carries it in a bag for about $7 that will last in your fridge for a year or so. Use 1 Tbsp. per 1 c. of flour in your recipe, give or take. I usually use less than that (about 1/4 c. for this whole recipe).

Mix these ingredients with the paddle attachment on a stand mixer (or whisk out all of your aggression by hand if you don’t have one) until smooth, about a minute. Switch to the dough hook.

Add 3 c. more flour and the yeast water to the goo above and mix until all the dough scrapes cleanly from the bowl and hangs on the hook. It should look soft and smooth. I give it 3-4 minutes, give or take. Eyeball it.

Oil or spray 2 bread pans (size is flexible). Split the dough in half and gently form loaves in the pans. Cover with a towel, place in the prewarmed oven, and turn it off.

Let the loaves double, which can take anywhere from 20 min to an hour, and they’ll rise to about 1″ above the pan. I take them out and let them sit in the microwave while I preheat the oven to 350. Remove the towel, bake 25-30 minutes until golden. Let it cool 2-3 minutes in the pan, then turn the loaves on their sides for another 2-3 minutes. Dump them out of the pans and cool completely on a rack. Seriously. Do not touch, slice, or mess with bread until it’s cool. No one wants to eat spongy funky gum bread, so let it cool all the way before you slice it.

Green Chile Adaptation:

BEFORE YOU START, take either 2 small cans of chopped green chiles (if the back says they’re from Hatch, you’ve got a good can) OR get some fresh or frozen whole chiles that are peeled and seeded. I used about 4 whole chiles per loaf, but you can decide how much to use based on your family’s love or fear for the stuff. Chop them fairly fine.

No matter what form your chiles come, the most important thing is to squeeze out as much moisture as humanly possible (use cheesecloth, a clean towel, or a thick layer of paper towels).

Make the bread using the recipe above, but at the final step when it’s kneading, toss in:

  • 1/2 c. flour
  • 1/2 c. shredded cheddar
  • the squeezed out chiles
  • 1 tsp. garlic powder
  • 1/2 tsp. cumin, if desired

Let the bread knead and every other step as directed in the original recipe. About 5-10 minutes before the loaves are fully baked, sprinkle on additional shredded cheddar and finish baking.


Green Chile Chicken Soup

Sorry, I didn’t make any of these printable. Like I said, I’m not a food blogger.

Also, I cook for an army. So my soup is going to serve probably 8-10 people, give or take. My 5 eats it for dinner with leftovers for everyone to take for lunch.

  • A quart of chicken broth, give or take.
  • 2 lb. chicken, either breasts, tenderloins, or thighs, or combination thereof
  • 1 medium white or yellow onion, diced
  • 2-3 cloves garlic, minced

Bring the broth to a boil and toss in the rest. Let it simmer until chicken is fully cooked.

While the chicken is cooking, peel 2 large baking potatoes and cube them to about 1/2 inch.

Remove the chicken from the pot, place on a cutting mat to shred. Place your cubed potatoes into the pot and let them simmer while you shred the chicken using two forks.

When you’re done shredding, get out a small saucepan.

  • 2 Tbsp. butter
  • 1/4 c. flour
  • 1 c. milk (or half & half)

Melt the butter in the saucepan and whisk in the flour until it’s golden, then whisk in the milk until everything is smooth (have you ever heard people talk about making a roux? That’s it.).

Pour this into the simmering broth and add the chicken back in. Stir til it looks consistent and taste, adding salt as needed. You’ll know it’s done when the potatoes are soft enough to eat but not falling apart. You may need to add additional water, milk, and/or broth depending on the consistency you prefer.

GLUTEN FREE ALTERNATIVE: Sorry about the bread, but you can do the soup GF.

  • 1/2 c. water or cool broth plus 1/2 c. or so milk
  • 1-2 tsp. xanthan gum

Use an immersion blender to smoothly mix the xanthan gum and liquids, then place in saucepan. Cook until it’s thick. Xanthan gum is tricky, so if it’s getting too thick, just add more milk and whisk til it’s incorporated nicely. Then add it to the soup pot with the chicken and stir. Add additional liquid as necessary. It’s done when the potatoes are soft enough to eat but not fall apart.

ALSO, if you’re a crock pot person, you can easily NOT cook the potatoes. After the chicken is cooked, just dump everything in your slow cooker, do the roux and mix it in, then let it go on low for a few hours until dinner.