Kate Dyer-Seeley  

Nope, I’m not talking cookies, although the tasty delights pictured here are courtesy of Paula Deen from Food Network.  Click here to see the recipe.  Last weekend we attended an Oscars party and in honor of the red carpet I baked a batch of red velvet cookies.  There was no dainty nibbling or noshing on these cookies with cocktails in hand.  The cookies were inhaled–not a tiny red crumb left on the plate.  Party goers begged for the recipe, questioning where I found such a scrumptious treat. 

Here’s where my guilty pleasure comes into play.  When questioned, should I reveal my secret source for red velvet bliss, or offer up a white lie and direct those seeking confectionery delight to a perfectly suitable recipe like the one above? 

You guessed it.  I revealed my source.  Inhaling, I stared at my feet and muttered, “Um, I found it in a culinary mystery.”

“A what?”  someone responded. 

“Huh?” questioned another. 

Yes, it’s true, I’m secretly addicted to culinary mysteries–pure candy for the mind.  A sweet treat before bed is absorbing myself in one of these tasty gems .  Sure, I read a lot of non-fiction.  I consider myself well-versed in the classics, and my literary fiction repertoire includes many novels not found on any Oprah reading list.  But, I feel like it’s time to come clean about my cheap mystery fix.  Titles like “Dying for Chocolate” and “Espresso Shot” call out to me in the book store.  I’ve read late into the night trying to decipher who the cookie killer is.  And, I’ve decided I’m fine with it.  Reading these delectable tales serves up a healthy dose of escapism for me.  Plus, the recipes are to die for!

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