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3 Ingredients Chocolate Pastry | Oreo Pastry | The Buzzy M

Sweeten up your day.

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What you’ll need:

4 Packet Oreo Biscuits (50gm each) 10rs Pack
¾cup Milk(Pastry Batter) + 1tbsp chilled Milk(Cream)
½ tbsp Baking Powder

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Cover of Darkness, part 6

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“Listen,” Turning Fisher held a finger to his lips, as voices drifted out into the night air. The kids ducked down a front of the window to hear, the cat helped shield them from view.

“You see miss it’s like this. I have a family waiting for me, supper to fix and kids that need attention. I have a life other than this.” Wringing her hands Elena shuffled her feet, staring into Opals dark eyes.

“Enough of this Elena…” Opal waved her hand in the air, “When you’ve finished setting up the coffee you may leave.”

“Thank you Miss.” Elena turned and swaggered in the direction of the kitchen chattering to herself in French.

Lulu giggled, Fisher gently placed his hand over her mouth then shot a stern gaze at Clint and Cassie who were trying to contain their laughter, he whispered, “You guys…stop it, if Opal hears us we will be in big trouble.”

Wide eyed, Clint threw a snappy salute at Fisher.

The young detectives grew quiet, waiting for something to happen, their ears strained to hear the activity in the house, voices blended together, muffled by Henry’s purring.

Their backs pressed hard against the brick wall they warmed their bodies on the heat oozing through the bricks. They stood in silence staring at the lights of the small town in the broad valley below. The Fentwood property stretched for a mile behind the mansion bumping up against the borders of the forgotten sleepy town. Windermere, the palatial, twenty-thousand square foot estate, surrounded by one hundred and twenty-seven acres of gardens, pools and walkways showcased by the painstaking craftsmanship of the period. The manor stood like a sentinel watching over the old canal that has since become a small stream meandering through the little hamlet. Businesses died away and the once bustling center of commerce had fallen asleep, waiting to become busy again. It grew into a thriving bedroom community, pushing the city limits that stopped at Windermere.

Opal and her father were research scientists, they invented gadgets for agents to use in the world of spies. Opal’s newest weapon was the invention of micro-chip invisibility. It will put the CIA light years ahead in the spy world. Years ago the government built a laboratory onto the back of their house so Edward and now Opal could work from home on the beginning developing stages of an idea, and then the completion stage had to be done at the headquarters in Washington, D.C. The CIA didn’t trust anyone, not even their own employees.

“Now where did I have them?” Opal made a frantic search around the room. Inspecting all the areas where she worked on them. Panic filled her voice. “Oh, good,” she whispered, “I’ve covered my tracks, no one will know.” She knew the trouble she would be in if her dad learned what she was doing.

But all she really cared about was the money and fame that would come to her for what was probably the most valuable thing she had ever invented. As she brushed her dark hair out of her grey flecked eyes and scanned the room one more time, the sounds of Elena spewing out a string of complaints and the tap, tap of her shoes echoed as she stomped down the long hallway, her matronly hips moved her stubbly legs in short rhythmic steps.

Opal hurried to clear a spot on the table.

As Elena brushed into the room.

Opal turned sweeping her arm, “Set the tray down here.”

“Yes, Miss,” She huffed, then slid the heavy tray onto the table.

Opal stood with her hand on her hip watching Elena, “Is Mother finished in the library? What is Father doing?”

Looking past Opal, “I don’t know Miss, but this I know, my arm is sore from carrying that heavy tray. May I go now?”

“Yes, Elena, thank you for staying, you’ve been a big help.”

“Oh, Miss would you like me to close that window before I go, there’s a lot of cold air coming in?”

“I’ll close it late, Henry likes to spread out on the sill, purr and watch the moon. Go figure he’s a crazy cat.”

“Good night then Miss,” The tap, tapping faded down the hall in the direction of the kitchen.

Twenty-eight year old Opal was taller than her mother with short dark hair and a beautifully chiseled face. She stood in front of the window, stroking Henry’s full coat and running her fingers along his fluffy tail. She puzzled over the reflection in the plate glass window. The beautiful face of her mom gazed back at her. “My buyers should be arriving in ten minutes.” She whispered.

To be continued: Thank you for traveling with me.

Cover of Darkness, part 5

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That evening, the premonition shook him to his core.

“Wait up, for heaven’s sake Fisher, don’t walk so fast,” Lulu’s bubbly personality was turning huffy. Tall and slender she was slipping and sliding, trying to avoid a nasty fall on the corn stubble standing up like knives waiting for a victim.

Whispering through his teeth with forced restraint, “Lulu stop complaining, you said you could keep up, give me your hand.” In frustration he grabbed her hand and gently helped her navigate the icy field.

With a tight grip on her thin fingers, “I’ll steady you just hang on to me Lulu,” they advanced up the steep hillside toward the back of the mansion looming large just a few feet away, the stately structure was surrounded by an eerie glow in the lit of the full moon. The eighteen year old used the power of his six foot three inch muscular body to help Lulu navigate the treacherous field. Fisher wanted to work for the CIA like his dad and sister Opal. He spent most of his free time in the library studying and the rest with Lulu, Clint and Cassie at Muzzey’s Tavern and Coffee Shop across the street from the old theater.

Fisher halted in his tracks glancing in all directions, he squeezed Lulu’s hand extra hard. “What’s wrong Fisher why did you stop like that? Why are you looking like that? You’re hurting my hand.”

“Sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you. I don’t know I can’t shake this sudden feeling that something is wrong. It’s giving me the chills.” He shuttered all over, trying desperately to shake whatever it was out of his mind and body.

“Wow Fisher, that’s not good. Probably just the excitement of seeing what Opal is up to.” Patting his arm she gave him a gentle hug. “It’s going to be okay.”

No amount of preparation would be enough to prepare him for what was waiting a few feet away in the shadows of time.

He shook off the feeling of dread, “Okay let’s get moving Clint and Cassie are going to wonder what we’re doing.” He hurried up the field again, guiding Lulu through the field.

Following close behind them Clint held Cassie’s hand helping her weave around the corn stubble, raising his voice, “Slow down Fisher,” Clint scowled at him, “What’s your hurry?”

Fisher gave Clint a hard smile. “What’s wrong with you guys? I don’t want to miss the people coming to see Opal.”

Clint halted, “Fisher the girls are having a hard time walking, show a little consideration to them.”

Fisher stopped and turned around showing the whites of his eyes, “Okay, okay just keep up if you can.”

Clint tossed a wink at Cassie accompanied by a grin.

She mouthed the words, “Thank you.” Lanky and slender Cassie’s alluring good looks complemented her bewitching personality. She had a following of guys at school who tried to date her, but she only had eyes for Clint. She was the leader of the Bow Street Runners, their exclusive super sleuthing club the four of them started.

He slipped his around her thin waist, pulling her against him, almost carrying her up the hill. He was a couple incher shorter than Fisher, his unruly brown hair blowing in the wind. He was the senior class flirt, winking at all the girls, telling them how pretty they were. The girls all knew it was a line, but they liked the attention from a good looking guy who was also the star on the basketball team. He took great pleasure in teasing Fisher telling him, “I can play sports and get good grades.” He proved it, being the president of the national honor society.

They were the local amateur detectives. Fisher, Clint, Lulu and Cassie would spend their time studying when they weren’t solving local mysteries at the school and around their neighborhood. Working toward the day they would graduate high school in the spring, then after four years of college, move into the jobs of their dreams.

They were twenty five feet away from the open laboratory window. The dark shadow of Henry’s Angora body stretched across the wide sill, his ears perked up when he heard them coming knowing it was Fisher and his friends, he didn’t give them away. Instead his steady gaze followed them tracking them as they approached the window. Women’s voices drifted outside through the open window. He stopped and held up his hand. The rest of them paused behind him. “Listen. That’s Opal and Elena the maid.” The voices were louder than normal and they appeared to be arguing about something.

To be continued: Thank you for traveling with me.

Easy Blueberry Crisp

In Dianes Kitchen

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I made this Blueberry Crisp with my homegrown blueberries. The bottom is a delicious blueberry mixture then it is topped with a crumb topping and baked in the oven. Serve warm with vanilla ice cream, optional, or serve at room temperature.

Adapted from: http://www.spendwithpennies.com

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Ingredients for topping.

MAKE THE BLUEBERRY BOTTOM

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In a medium bowl add the blueberries,

granulated sugar, 1 Tbsp. lemon juice

and 3 Tbsp. flour.

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Toss well so all of the dry ingredients

cover the blueberries. Pour mixture

into a 2 quart casserole dish.

MAKE THE TOPPING

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In a medium bowl add the butter,

brown sugar, oats, flour and cinnamon.

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Bake uncovered in a preheated 375 degree

oven for 35 – 40 minutes or until the top is

golden brown and the fruit is bubbly.

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Cool slightly and…

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Cover of Darkness, part 4

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Edward turned his car through the opened chain-link gates that were protecting the large parking lot. He pulled into an empty space between two postal trucks.

Exiting the car he paused, his middle aged eyes scanned the old red brick building with the large loading dock attached to the back of the post-office. He hurried up the cement steps and through the opened door. Inside the aroma of fresh brewed coffee teased his nose. Standing in the center of the room he spied the post-master positioning a ladder into an opening where a ceiling tile used to be. “Hello, Roger, how are you.”

A tall, well built thirty-year old man stopped and placed his foot on a rung of the ladder, “Hey Edward, glad you made it. I’m anxious to get this project over with.”

The frustration in his friends voice echoed in Edwards ears. “Well, in that case show me what needs to be done.”

He raised his arm pointing, “I set a ladder up for you over there. We need to be able to see what goes on in the whole building.”

Edward moved to the other side of the room and started to climb, “I’ll take a look at this job.”

Roger climbed his, they stood on the top rung shoulders above the rafters. “It would be pretty dark up here if it wasn’t for the light shining up through where the ceiling tiles where.” Roger leaned his elbow on a rafter. As he watched Edward. “What are doing over there?”

“Darn things,” Edward swatted at cobwebs, wiping them from around his area and pulling the sticky, white silk from his face. In one quick movement he brushed his hand off on his pants leg. Then fished around in his jacket pocket for the flashlight. He touched the envelope, “Oh yeah,” he slid it out and placed it on top of a piece of insulation laying between the rafters. Then he reached back in and pulled out the light, flipped it on waving it around the dark area. “That’s much better.” Using it as a pointer, “You’ll need at least three camera’s to cover the entire floor area.” He paused, then swatted at a spider crawling on his sleeve. “Darn things.”

“I wasn’t planning on three, but the new district manger wants them so I’m sure he’ll pay for them.”

Edward shifted his feet, looking over at Roger, “Do you know the reason they are having camera’s put in here, when all they do in this building is sort and case mail?”

“You know Edward, I wish I knew,” He paused putting his hand on his hip, “But I get paid to do what I’m told.” Raising his eyebrow and a half smile, “Don’t know why.”

They climbed down the ladders. “I’ll send my techs out tomorrow morning to get the job done. It should only take a couple of hours. Do you want me to help you put the ladders away?”

“Thanks but I can take care of it. I should have everything ready for your people by seven in the morning.” As he talked Roger brushed the insulation and cobwebs from his shirt and hair. “It will be nice to put this job behind me so I don’t have to think about it anymore. Help yourself to a cup of coffee and a donut on the table over there.” He point toward the far wall.

Edward turned, “Thanks Roger, I think I will, it’s been a long morning so far.” They walked to the table. “This is quite a spread.” Edward poured a cup of coffee and picked up a chocolate cream stick, “My favorite,” he licked his lips before taking a bite. “They are so good with coffee,” he took a couple drinks from the paper cup. “Thanks again.” He placed the cup down on the table and shook Roger’s hand, “Thanks for the chance to do this job, my little company needs the work. Thanks to friends like you, it will keep growing.”

“You’re right Edward that’s what friends are for, glad I could help you get started.”

Edward hurried out the door anxious to spend the rest of his day off relaxing at home with Eugenia.

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Cover of Darkness, part 3

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Quiet as an apparition he made his retreat, halting long enough to glance in Henry’s direction as a crisp fall breeze ruffled his fur.

Shaking his head he knew in his heart that he was doing the best thing, and now he would have to live with the consequences of his actions.

Scampering down the hallway he forced his mind to think of business as usual. He hesitated at the front door with his hand on the knob, and then out he went.

Back in the laboratory Opal heard the front door close as she stepped out of the bathroom. Strolling across the room she stopped in front of Henry and absentmindedly started to stroke his long fluffy fur, “Dad must have an early morning appointment in town.” Henry purred as her hand moved in gentle strokes across his body.

As Edward, stepped onto the front porch, a pungent odor assaulted his nose. He waved his hand in front of his face as he bounded down the steps and into his car. On the first turn of the key the motor roared to life, he kept his foot on the brake allowing the black and white critter to waddle across the driveway followed by three little ones. Staring at them he fought back feelings of remorse creeping into his mind. He shook his head trying to concentrate on the job waiting for him down the street. He watched as they all disappeared into the bushes at the side of the house.

He pulled down the visor to shield his eyes from the blinding, white light splintering through the tree tops announcing a new day. Then pressing the gas pedal the car eased down the driveway, coming to a rolling stop at the end and a quick right turn as he sped off toward town to keep an appointment with the first client of his new start up business.

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Cover of Darkness Waning part 2,

He took a few steps to reach the ancient wall safe, “You’re a ticking timebomb,” He told Opal over diner last night. Plucking a pencil flashlight from his jacket pocket, in one click it was on, he placed it between his front teeth, lighting up the tumbler in front of him. His trembling fingers turned it right ten, left five, and right fifteen. He was almost to the point of no return, beads of sweat formed on his face.

The door slid open with a clank. Holding his breath he glanced toward the bathroom door. Seeing no movement he picked up the innocuous looking envelope. “Darn, a metal tab, if I break it she will know, careful Edward,” he pulled it up, it didn’t snap off, he heaved a deep sigh. With the back of his hand he brushed the beads of sweat from his forehead.

A quick look inside, there they were. The copies he made were just inside his pocket, his arms suddenly made of steel, as he managed to pull them out. He switched the contents, gently placing the envelope back on the same shelf in the safe. He deposited the other envelope inside his jacket, “Now to find the right hiding spot for them,” He whispered.

Water flushed in the toilet. In shadow movements, Edward was at the door he had come in. It was done.

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The Cover of Darkness Was Waning

“Should I?” Edward groaned, knowing it was his only choice. If Opal ever finds out she will hate me for the rest of her life. He felt a rising sense of hysteria moving in his chest. It’s now or never.

Edward sighed, forcing himself to take one step inside the semi-dark room, turning his head left then right. He knew he was safe, at least for now by the light under the closed bathroom door. She was in there, getting ready for her visitors tonight. His daughter Opal, was preparing to betray the government agency they both worked for. He had many long discussions with her about the contractor work she was engaged in and the danger involved with it.

His breathing quickened. A pulse pounded in his head. A flash of lightening across the pre-dawn sky revealed Henry’s outline stretched across the sill of the half opened window, purring, tracking him. Locking eyes with the cat, he put a finger to his lips, knowing it would keep his confidence.

To be continued.

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