Hello Again!

Posted by Katherine Garbera in Blaze Authors, Uncategorized, tags: Family, Harlequin Blaze, Italian-American, Katherine Garbera, One Hot Weekend, writing
I’m so thrilled to be blogging here today and regularly in the coming months. I have been writing for a while usually for Harlequin Desire, occasionally for Kensington Brava and once in 2004 I wrote a Blaze. Now I’m back under contract for two new books for Blaze and I couldn’t be happier!
I’m not sure when they will come out but they are a sort of duet of books. The heroines are the link as they co-own a bakery called Sweet Dreams. I’m a bit of a foodie addict. I mean I like food and can eat like nobody’s business but I also really love watching other people cook (Food Network!), listening to other people talk about food and trying new dishes. My son and husband valiantly tried lettuce wrapped halibut a few months ago but requested we go back to something more familiar. However we did discover we love radishes sauteed in butter with peas–success!
Food is so tied to who I am that I honestly can’t think of my past or my family without thinking of food. What about you? Are you a foodie like me or is it something else that is your passion?
Katherine


My absolute favorite was the Sunshine Family dolls, a sweet hippy family made by Mattel, consisting of Mom, Dad, and Baby Sweets. My older sister had Barbies, but I only wanted to play with the Sunshine Family, and I brought them with me everywhere. I think they cost about $10 back in 1974, and I saw them on sale for about $70 on eBay.
The least favorite toy I had was a ventriloquist Bozo the Clown doll that scared the bejeezus out of me. I would grab it by a foot and, holding it at arms’ length, would fling the thing deep into my closet. My mom would pull it out and put it back on my chair, and I never had the courage to tell her how much I hated that doll. My uncle came to visit one day with his golden retriever, Molly, who had an obsession with burying things. My sisters and I gave the Bozo doll to her and watched in glee as she buried it behind our garage. After that, we were too afraid to go back there for fear that it would crawl out of the ground and come after us. 






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