Call Me Mrs Miracle. Debbie Macomber

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      “And I will.” She bent down and hugged the boy. “Thank you so much.”

      Gabe whispered, “Don’t tell anyone, but I helped Aunt Holly make them.”

      Holly was standing close enough to hear him and exchanged a smile with Mrs. Miracle.

      “You should be proud of that,” Mrs. Miracle said as she led him toward the Intellytron display, holding the plate of cookies aloft. “Lots of men cook. You should have your aunt Holly turn on the Food Network so you see for yourself.”

      “Men bake cookies?”

      “Oh, my, yes,” she told him. “Now that you’re here, why don’t we go and show these other children how to work this special robot. You can be my assistant.”

      “Can I?” Wide-eyed, Gabe looked at Holly for permission.

      She nodded, and Mrs. Miracle and Gabe went to the other side of the toy department. Holly noticed that Jake was busy with customers, so she wandered down a randomly chosen aisle, examining the Barbie dolls and all their accoutrements. She felt a bit foolish carrying a plate of decorated cookies.

      As soon as he was free, Jake made a beeline toward her. “Hi,” he said. “I didn’t expect to see you again so soon.”

      “Hi.” Looking away, she tried to explain the reason for her visit. “Gabe wanted to check out his robot again. After that, we’re going to my office and then Rockefeller Center to see the Christmas tree...but we decided to come here first.” The words tumbled out so quickly she wondered if he’d understood a thing she’d said.

      He glanced at the cookies.

      “These are for you,” she said, shoving the plate in his direction. “Sugar cookies. In appreciation for my latte.”

      “Homemade sugar cookies,” he murmured as if he’d never seen anything like them before.

      He continued to stare at the plate for an awkward moment. Holly was afraid she’d committed a social faux pas.

      “My mother used to bake sugar cookies every Christmas,” Jake finally said. His eyes narrowed, and the memory seemed to bring him pain.

      Holly had the absurd notion that she should apologize.

      “I remember the star and the bell.” He spoke in a low voice, as though transported through the years. “Oh, and look, that one’s a reindeer, and of course the Christmas tree with the little cinnamon candies as ornaments.”

      “Gabe actually decorated that one,” she said.

      He looked up and his smile banished all doubt. “Thank you, Holly.”

      “You’re welcome, Jake.”

      “Excuse me.” A woman spoke from behind Holly. “Is there someone here who could show me the electronic games?”

      Jake seemed reluctant to leave her, and Holly was loath to see him go. “I’ll be happy to help you,” he said. He set the cookies behind the counter and escorted the woman to another section of the department.

      Holly moved to the area where Gabe and Mrs. Miracle were demonstrating Intellytron. A small crowd had gathered, and Gabe’s face shone with happiness as he put the robot through its paces. In all the weeks her nephew had lived with her, she’d never seen him so excited, so fully engaged. She knew Gabe wanted this toy for Christmas; what Holly hadn’t understood until this very second was just how much it meant to him.

      Regardless of the cost, Holly intended to get her nephew that robot.

Holiday Sugar Cookies

      (from Debbie Macomber’s Cedar Cove Cookbook)

      This foolproof sugar cookie recipe makes a sturdy, sweet treat that’s a perfect gift or a great addition to a holiday cookie platter.

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      2 cups (4 sticks) unsalted butter, at room temperature

      2 cups brown sugar

      2 large eggs

      2 teaspoons vanilla extract or grated lemon peel

      6 cups all-purpose flour, plus extra for rolling

      2 teaspoons baking powder

      1 teaspoon salt

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      1 In a large bowl with electric mixer on medium speed, cream butter and sugar until light and fluffy. Add eggs and vanilla; beat until combined.

      2 In a separate bowl, combine flour, baking powder and salt. Reduce mixer speed to low; beat in flour mixture just until combined. Shape dough into two disks; wrap and refrigerate at least 2 hours or up to overnight.

      3 Preheat oven to 350ºF. Line baking sheets with parchment paper. Remove 1 dough disk from the refrigerator. Cut disk in half; cover remaining half. On a lightly floured surface with floured rolling pin, roll dough 1⁄4-inch thick. Using cookie cutters, cut dough into as many cookies as possible; reserve trimmings for rerolling.

      4 Place cookies on prepared sheets about 1 inch apart. Bake 10 to 12 minutes (depending on the size of cookies) until pale gold. Transfer to wire rack to cool. Repeat with remaining dough and rerolled scraps.

      TIP: Decorate baked cookies with prepared frosting or sprinkle unbaked cookies with colored sugars before putting them in the oven.

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      Makes about 48 cookies.

Five

      People are like tea bags—you have to drop them in hot water before you know how strong they are.

      —Mrs. Miracle

      “Sugar cookies,” Jake said to himself. A rush of memories warmed him. Memories of his mother and sister at Christmas. Spicy scents in the air—cinnamon and ginger and cloves. Those sensory memories had been so deeply buried, he’d all but forgotten them.

      “We sold three of the SuperRobots this afternoon,” Mrs. Miracle said, breaking into his thoughts.

      Just three? Jake felt a sense of dread. He’d need to sell a lot more than three a day to unload the five hundred robots he’d ordered. He checked the computer, which instantly gave him the total number sold since Black Friday. When he saw the screen, his heart sank down to his shoes. This wasn’t good. Not good at all. Jake had made a bold decision, hoping to prove himself to his father, and he was about to fall flat on his face.

      “I’ll be leaving for the night,” Mrs. Miracle announced. “Karen—” the other sales associate “—is already gone.”

      He glanced at his watch. Five after nine. “By all means. You’ve put in a full day.”

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