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Guitar Tunes and Gnocchi

It’s Sunday at the Thomas residence, so what else is there to do but strum out-of-tune guitars and make gnocchi? (See vlog below for full explanation.)

The Recipe

I’ve never made gnocchi before, and I wanted to start with a simple recipe. I found a gnocchi recipe by Martha Stewart and decided to give it a go. I also watched this video, and it’s a good thing I did, because I probably would have kneaded the dough too long. Turns out you hardly have to knead it at all.

Oh, and the simple technique for making authentic looking gnocchi that the lady talks about in the video? (Roll the dumpling down a fork?) Not so simple. I ended up pressing the fork against the dumpling—once on each side—and then, when my feet began to hurt from standing, I simply decided to forego the fork marks altogether.


Next time I make gnocchi, I’ll make smaller dumplings. I also plan to experiment with whole grain and gluten free alternatives, and maybe even substitute russets with sweet potatoes.

The Soup

I featured my homemade gnocchi in a copycat recipe of Olive Garden’s chicken and gnocchi soup. My gnocchi held together and floated to the top of the simmering soup as they are supposed to.


I must say, they were quite yummy in the soup. Much better than store bought, pre-made gnocchi. (Lot’s more work too. But worth it. I think.)

The Verdict

My oldest son doesn’t like gnocchi, and he didn’t like mine. My middle child won’t eat anything but hot dogs and cheese quesadillas with the occasional fish stick. And my husband said the soup didn’t taste quite right. So, I’m chalking it up as a success.


Next time I will alter the copycat recipe by reducing the amount of thyme by half, and by reducing some of the cream in favor of chicken broth, for a slightly lighter soup. And as I mentioned, I will make smaller gnocchi. (Gnocchis?) With those minor adjustments, the soup will no doubt be perfect. I think.

The Vlog

Check out the video of my experiment below:


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The Jammie Dodger Obsession

Behold, vlog #5, wherein I dissect the why’s and wherefore’s of the popular British biscuits, Jammie Dodgers.

Or something like that.

Special thanks to author and friend, Grace Bridges, for indirectly introducing my family to this new treat. Apparently there are two more flavors we need to try!


Carob Mini Muffins Recipe

I’ve been enjoying these mini muffins this week, and so has my son. (I got an “Mmmm, these are good” from him. Since he has a bit of a sweet tooth, I take that as a positive sign.)

Oh, and I apologize. Vlogging has been a revealing process for me. Not only do I get to see what I look like when I talk, I also get to listen to myself, and well, turns out I mumble. I’m going to work on that. In the meantime, I added some subtitles to the video during some of the more mumbly parts.

Without further ado…the recipe.

Carob Mini Muffins

(They don’t have to be mini. That’s up to you.)

2 cups oat flour
1/2 tsp salt
2 tsp baking soda
6 Tbsp butter (melted)
1 egg
1 cup banana baby food
1/2 cup unsweetened applesauce
1/2 cup carob powder
1/2 to 1 cup of walnuts (optional)

Preheat the oven to 375 degrees.

Mix the flour, salt, and baking soda.

In a separate bowl, hand mix the butter, egg, banana baby food, and applesauce. After the wet ingredients are thoroughly mixed, add the carob powder. Add the remaining dry ingredients.

Add the walnuts, and then spoon into well-greased mini muffin tins.

Bake for 18 minutes.


Merry Un-Christmas

Christmas is once again a thing of the past (yay!) and it’s that time of the year when hoards of wannabe healthy people begin working on undoing the damage (and weight gain) of the holidays. I got a jump on it this year, mainly by fantasizing about being healthier and skinnier while basking in the afterglow of chocolate chip cookies and Starbucks peppermint mochas. (It’s always easy to have the best intentions when you’re buzzing from sugar, isn’t it? It’s much harder the next day when those vegetables don’t look nearly as enticing as that bar of chocolate.)

IMG_0392But this year, I’m serious. I have baby weight to lose (errr, and post-baby weight), and a health baseline to dramatically improve. For inspiration, I asked for a Nutri Ninja for Christmas, and to my sparkly-eyed surprise, Santa came through.

I’m on Day 2 of halfway decent, albeit slightly gritty, vegetable “juicing”. Yesterday, the vegetable concoction included spinach, arugula (not recommended), lemon, ginger, carrots, apple, ice, and water. It was so-so. Good enough to drink.

Today’s mix was spinach, celery, lemon, ginger, apple, and water. Much better than yesterday. Somewhat refreshing, even. Actually, it was quite refreshing. Unfortunately, I ruined the vegetable afterglow with a bar of dark chocolate. *sigh* Baby steps.

While drinking my nutrient-extracted, juice-ish sorta thing, I extracted the seeds from a couple of pomegranates. The process took nearly thirty minutes, but those little red fruity jewels of goodness are always worth it. (Num. Num.)


Now I have a 16 ounce container of pomegranate seeds to snack on whenever the urge for Hershey’s Special Dark chocolate rears its grumpy little head. (If you have candy, chocolate, cake what-have-you in the house and you cannot stop thinking about it until you eat it, and you feel compelled to eat it even though you aren’t sure if you really want it, you *might* have a sugar problem.

*raising hand*


Perhaps tomorrow I will throw pomegranate seeds into my Nutri Ninja.

You know what? I’m kind of looking forward to it.

Do you plan on ingesting something healthy tomorrow? If so, what is it? Let’s trade recipes.


Kindled Hearts: Available NOW!

My Christmas novella, Kindled Hearts is available in ebook from Amazon.

This was my first foray into inspirational romance and I’m happy with the results. It’s a fun, quick read. I hope you’ll check it out!

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Thanks for your readership!

Kindled Hearts by Jessica E. Thomas


The Sideshow – Fall 2015 Issue (#5)

Common Oddities Speculative Fiction Sideshow Issue 5 Cover

The Fall 2015 issue of The Common Oddities Speculative Fiction Sideshow is out, folks. It took a minor miracle, and many weeks in, I wanted to ditch the whole idea of editing and publishing an ezine, but I’m glad I didn’t because I’m very proud of this issue.

I’m also quite a fan of the cover. (Thanks Odd Mr. T) Somewhere between hollering at the kids to stop running and pleading with them to be quiet, and from under a mound of bottles, burp rags, and diapers, my husband managed to do an oil painting. (See cover above.)

No children were accidentally painted in the process, although the house did smell of paint fumes a few times. Nobody call the U.N., I’m sure my children and their lungs are fine.

After editing five issues (with the help of Jill Domschot on Issue 4), I’m starting to see the potential of The Common Oddities Speculative Fiction Sideshow. I envision it one day becoming a paying venue, or at the very least spawning an anthology or two every so often.

If you’re interested in following our progress via mail, please sign up here to receive our periodic newsletter. We greatly appreciate your readership.

Please enjoy our latest issue, and give us your feedback—positive or negative—we love hearing from you!


WANTED: The Christmas Spirit

ChristmasOrnamentThe Christmas Spirit is an elusive specter in the Thomas house. For me, at least.

My children possess it in copious amounts, or shall I say, it has possessed them and they are bubbling over with excitement as a result.

I remember those days: starting the Christmas countdown in August, spending quiet evenings staring wistfully at the lit Christmas tree, fantasizing about the gifts Santa Claus might bring.

Those days are over.

These days, my Christmas season is more about fretting over money, cleaning the house over and over to keep it clean for guests, and fantasizing about sunnier days and warmer temperatures to come.

I’d like to feel the magic of Christmas again, but with a roof to maintain, and three little mouths to feed, and all the responsibilities that go along with being an adult, I’m skeptical about the likelihood of its return.

I know, I know. We’re supposed to focus on the reason for the season: Jesus’ birth. But who has time? Come January, when life settles down, and the snow is (hopefully) falling, I’ll have more time to contemplate the awe inspiring mystery of the virgin birth. Jesus probably wasn’t born in December anyway.

I don’t want to seem too much of a downer. I happen to think that if my children enjoy the magic of the season thanks, in part, to my somewhat forced efforts, a victory will have been achieved. I’ve lived long enough to know that hindsight often comes with its own little sprinkle of magic. In twenty years (God willing) when I’m lounging on my hammock in Hawaii (one can dream), I will remember this Christmas with fondness, and dare I say, longing.

But, alas, I must live it before I can enjoy the memory. So here’s to another whirlwind Christmas season. If you spy the Christmas Spirit, load him up in the paddy wagon and send him my way. (Only after you’ve imbibed your fair share, of course.)

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‘Kindled Hearts’ Preview

christmasRomanceFor reasons probably related to temporary insanity, I wrote a Christmas-themed inspirational romance novella during NaNoWriMo.

For reasons definitely related to temporary insanity, I plan to release it SOON.

In the meantime, here is Chapter 1. I hope you enjoy!

Back Cover Blurb:

Claire Farmer’s life just went up in smoke. Literally.

According to the fire chief, her 80-year-old house went up like a pile of kindling, destroying all but a few of her precious belongings.

Newly divorced and homeless, she’s in no place to start a relationship. But when Mitchell Deitrich offers to help her get back on her feet, even she can’t ignore the sparks that fly.

Kindled Hearts


It was the first day of winter. Or so it seemed. Until now, Central Indiana had logged the mildest December on record, with daytime temperatures hovering in the mid-sixties; however, someone must have poked a sleeping Old Man Winter in the eye, because he was finally awake, and angry, it seemed.

Overnight, the temperature plunged below freezing, and with it came frozen spittle from the skies. That’s what Claire Farmer likened it too, anyway. Precipitation so fine it could almost pass as fog, until you stepped out of the car to untangle your preschooler from her medieval torture device, otherwise known as a 5 point harness. As Claire wrangled Sylvie from the seat, specks of ice pelted her cheeks with surprising velocity, and suddenly she remembered why she loathed winter.

“Mommy, are we gonna get cookies tonight? Mia said she gets cookies at church.” Sylvie’s blonde curls brushed her pink cheeks as she nodded.

“I don’t know, Sylvie. I doubt it.”

“Chocolate chip cookies are my favorite. I like peanut butter cookies, too. I’m hungry.”

“We ate before we came. I told you to finish your plate.”

“Peas are yucky.”

“But you didn’t even touch your grapes, and they’re your favorite.” Claire grabbed her daughter’s hand to help her from the car. “Be careful, it’s getting slick.”

Sylvie pushed Claire’s hand away, turned back into the car, and lowered herself to her knees. “Sylvie, what are you doing? It’s cold out here. My face is about to freeze off.”

“I’m looking for Woofus,” Sylvie said, referring to the stuffed dog her dad bought her after the fire.

“We left Woofus at home remember? He didn’t feel like coming. Now, get over here.” Claire leaned into the car and grabbed Sylvie at the waist. Despite her balance being slightly off-kilter, Claire reckoned she could tug her forty pound, endearing yet often exasperating child from the car, as she had many times prior. Except, all those other times, her feet were anchored on dry pavement, not millimeters of ice. This time as she pulled, her right heel slipped under the car, and she landed flat on her back with Sylvie sprawled on top of her–laughing of course.

“That was fun,” Sylvie said.

“Oof” was all Claire could manage.

“Need a hand?”

Claire directed her gaze toward the deep male voice. The man bent down to help her regain her footing, but not her pride. That was under the car somewhere, along with her feet. She smiled at the shadowed face gazing down at her, trying not to betray her humiliation.

“No, I’m alright,” she said. “Sylvie, get up. Get off of Mommy.”

The left corner of the man’s mouth turned up. “You don’t look alright.”

“Oh, I’m just doing yoga. It’s called the Corpse Pose. You should try it.”

Since Sylvie wasn’t budging of her own accord, Claire gave her a shove. The four year old popped up on both feet and did a little spin on the slick pavement.

“Yoga in the middle of a dark parking lot, in December, while it’s sleeting. I see.” His mouth broke into a full smile now, and even though his face was still in shadows, she could tell his teeth were white, and a little crooked on bottom.

Claire grabbed his hand and allowed him to pull her up. “It’s called extreme yoga,” she said, when her feet were finally under her.

“Is it now?”

“Yeah. Remember when planking was all the rage? It’s kind of like that. I should have asked you to take a picture for my Facebook page.”

He laughed aloud. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

She smiled. His laughter helped her regain some self-respect.

Now that Claire could see the man’s face clearly, her heart quickened. She chastised herself. What a ridiculous, base response…to handsomeness. Pure handsomeness. She chastised herself again. Claire, you old crow. This man was clearly too young for her, with smooth skin and broad shoulders indicating a solid, healthy build. And he was a redhead. She’d never gone for redhead’s before. A slightly balding redhead at that. But even so, he was fresh off the farm. The age difference was a no-go, not to mention the fact that she’d sworn off men for the rest of her life. One whirlwind romance, followed by a hasty marriage, followed by a heart-rending divorce was enough, thank you.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

In her humiliation, Claire hadn’t thought to determine if anything was twisted, pulled, or broken. She did a quick systems check. Her left gluteus maximus must have taken the brunt of the fall, because it was the only area of her body that ached. It would be bruised tomorrow, no doubt. But she wasn’t about to tell this fellow that her bottom hurt.

She smiled into the frozen precipitation. “I’m fine,” she said. “I may be old, but I’m resilient.”

“Let’s go, Mommy,” Sylvie said, grabbing her mother’s hand. “I’m cold.”

The gentleman nodded in agreement and the three of them made careful way to the church. At the front entrance, he held the door for them both, and once inside, they parted ways–Claire and Sylvie to the right and the handsome red-haired hatchling to the left.


As he walked to his office, Mitchell Deitrich couldn’t stop smiling. Every time he replayed the exchange with the quirky brunette in the parking lot, his grin widened.

Who was she? A congregant? A visitor? He hadn’t been associate pastor at Parkview long enough to know the difference. With over two thousand members, he might never be able to tell the difference. As it were, every face was new to him. However, in his short six weeks at Parkview, he’d definitely never seen a face like hers–ample, well-defined cheek bones. Big, slightly down-turned cow eyes. As a former farm boy with a soft spot for cows, that was compliment, though not one he was likely to share with her if he ever got the opportunity to speak to her again.

He chuckled at himself.

It had been a long time since a woman managed to make him feel this way, her mere glance inciting a tickling yearning that warmed his body all the way to his fingertips.

He shook his head. Lust. That’s all it was. Simple lust. Not something to be cultivated.

He reached his office, unlocked it, and as he turned the knob, he reminded himself, he was in a vulnerable place emotionally, and it was no place to start a relationship. Even if the opportunity presented itself.

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7 Easy Ways to Gain Weight!

7WaysToGainWeightThe blogosphere is inundated with blog posts telling you how to accomplish “X” in [insert number] easy steps. While there’s no shortage of advice on how to lose weight, I’ve noticed there aren’t many posts telling people how to gain it. In deference to the underprivileged and forgotten, I’ve decided to cater to this under-served group today. (Personalized catering plans available at 1-800-U GAIN IT. Operators are standing by.)

If you’ve tried over and over again to gain weight with little or no success, take heart, you can keep the weight on and keep it on. Here are 7 ways to accomplish it.

7 Easy Ways to Gain Weight

  1. Eat an entire box of Ding Dongs after every meal.
  2. Eat an entire box of Twinkies after every meal.
  3. Eat an entire box of Ho Hos…after every meal.
  4. Deep fry all of your food prior to eating it. All of it. For best results, dip it in thick batter first.
  5. Eat a wheel of cheese for breakfast, a gallon of ice cream for lunch, and a cheesecake for dinner. Other food groups are optional. Results may vary.
  6. Eat a stick of butter every waking hour. (Not recommended.)
  7. Every night for dinner, eat: an entire pan of lasagna, a dozen breadsticks, and a side salad with a plate of tiramisu for desert. (Do not try this at home.)

You’ll notice there are 7 recommendations above, 1 for every day of the week if you like variety.

To speed your progress along, we recommend you cease all physical activity. In other words, do nothing. At all. Whatsoever.

As always, check with your doctor before beginning any new diet plan.

Happy eating!

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