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Author Fun Facts & Favorite Recipe with Steven Merle Scott (Book Tour & Kindle Fire Giveaway)


Celebrate The Sinner
by Steven Merle Scott



  1. Favorite Author & give one quote from your favorite book by them
John Steinbeck: In the daily journal he kept while writing East of Eden, he said, “It is my opinion that many people thwarted build their desired life behind their eyes and live in it.”
  1. Fantasy or Mystery
Mystery: I like the challenge of the puzzle and the way in which the solution is revealed.
  1. Horror or Comedy
Horror
  1. Soda or Tea
Tea: I’m not much of a sugar fan. With tea, there is so much variety and history available in a cup.
  1. Indoors or Outdoors
When given the opportunity, I’m always outdoors, except when I write—there are far too many distractions outside. Once I’m inside my ‘cork lined room,’ I’m able to turn inside and create a scene
  1. One thing readers would be surprised to know about you.
While backcountry skiing in Colorado, I was struck by an avalanche, swept off a sixty-foot cliff, carried down a 1200-foot slope and half buried. When I was dug out, I had to ski out to the car with a dislocated shoulder. This was in days before cell phones and rescue helicopters.
  1. Describe your office
My office is dark. It’s in the basement and completely quiet. My wife calls it the hole.
  1. Night owl or early bird.
Early bird
  1. First dinner you had with your Significant Other.
We were in Denver in 1980. We were on our first date, the movies: ‘Ordinary People.” I don’t remember the restaurant, but I do remember my date, the movie and the next thirty-three years.
  1. Using the letters of Angel as an acronym, describe your book.
Authentic: Historically accurate and emotionally valid.
Not for sissies
Gasoline and gin: and the fires they fed
Evokes little known events and setting During the Great Depression.
Explores our need for love.
Literary.

Recipe:

Merle’s Dijon Rack of Lamb

I love to grill and I love my Big Green Egg. This is a recipe that I prepare in the Egg, but it can easily be prepared in an oven or conventional grill.

Prep time: 30 minutes
Cooking time: 20 minutes
Heat at 400 degrees, direct

Marinade the rack of lamb in a shallow pan: 4 hours to overnight

¼ cup Dijon mustard
½ tsp. Rosemary
½ tsp. Thyme
½ tsp. Tarragon
3 cloves of fresh garlic
1/3 cup Extra Virgin Olive Oil
¼ cup rice vinegar
1/8 cup dark rum (optional, but I think better with it)
1 tsp. Kosher or Sea Salt
½ tsp. fresh ground pepper

Preheat the Big Green Egg or other oven-type grill to 600F. Place the lamb on a V-Rack and sear at 600 degrees for 2-3 minutes, then reduce the heat to 400F. Cook for about 20 minutes. Turn the lamb once during the cooking process and baste with marinade. Check the meat’s internal temperature at 15 minutes. Plan to take the lamb off at 125-130 degrees. Cut the rack (usually 8 chops) into either four or two-chop sections. Serve immediately.

Enjoy,
Steven Merle Scott

About The Author:



S.M. Scott was raised and educated in Oregon, Alaska, France and Africa. Born in the Willamette Valley, his father, grandfather and great grandfather were Oregon lumbermen. When he was eight, his parents packed up the family and their portable sawmill and moved to Anchorage, Alaska where they began cutting homesteader timber in the summers and teaching school each winter.

He later returned to Oregon to pursue undergraduate studies at Linfield College. Along the way, he has studied economics, biology, French and medicine. He attended medical school in Colorado, undertook surgical training at the University of Utah and completed his cancer training at the Mayo Clinic in Minnesota. He and his family now live in Salt Lake City in the warm company of Saints and sinners. He is a practicing orthopedist and cancer surgeon.


Genre: Historical Fiction
Publisher: Blue Amber Press
Release Date: January 30, 2013


Book Description:

Unsettled conditions anywhere give rise to fear,” Old Ted remarks. “Fear finds scapegoats and easy solutions.”

In 1924, Marie walks through the Waverly Baby Home and chooses Teddy because he looks like the child she deserves...but the boy has hidden defects. Five years later, against a backdrop of financial ruin, KKK resurgence, hangings and arson, Marie's husband, Merle, struggles to succeed, Marie loses her way, and troubled seven year-old Teddy begins to see what he and his family are missing.

CELEBRATE THE SINNER unfolds with the onset of The Great Depression after Teddy’s father buys a bankrupt sawmill and moves his small family to an isolated Oregon mill town. Merle feeds his hunger with logs and production, while his young wife feels like rough-cut lumber, unworthy of paint and without a future. When a conspiracy threatens the mill, Merle adds the powerful KKK to his business network. Untended, Teddy strays as he searches for a connection outside himself. He loves the machines that take the trees, but he also worships his new, young teacher. He discovers the Bucket of Blood Roadhouse and begins spending his Saturday nights peering through its windows, gaining an unlikely mentor: Wattie Blue, an ancient, Black musician from Missouri, by way of Chicago, plays the lip harp and calls out square dances. When Wattie faces the Klan and his past, Teddy and his family are confronted with equally difficult choices.

Framed by solitary, narcissistic, ninety-year-old Ted, this story of desperate people contains humor, grit, mystery and an ending that surprises, even stuns. "Spines and bellies soften and round off with the years," Old Ted muses. "Thoughts, too, lose their edge, but secrets scream for revelation. Perfect people, after all, don't hold a monopoly on the right to tell their stories.

Excerpt:

YOUNG Teddy with his mother:

Teddy,” Mother called through her bedroom door. “I need you.”
I left the front window and knocked on her door. She insisted I do that. If she answered, I could come in. If she didn’t answer, it meant I should go away.
Come in,” she said.
Mother had just finished bathing. She was at her dressing table, sitting on the chair with the soft embroidered seat, staring into the mirror, studying her image. A white towel bound her hair. I stood in the doorway and watched her pat and squeeze the towel. Her hands traced its length from top to bottom, working the moisture into the fabric. As she let the towel fall, with a single hand, she carried her thick braid forward and laid it beside her breast.
Sit here, Teddy, and brush my hair.” She patted the seat cushion and inched forward. “We can make room.”
I climbed onto the chair behind her, my legs astraddle her naked hips, my spine pressed against the hard wooden back. The wet length of hair seemed to swell against the loose braid that held it. I released the braid and watched the strands fall apart. As I picked up the hairbrush and started with the damp ends, I knew that when I finished, when her hair had dried, it would ruffle and fan out like the tail feathers of a bright red bird.
I was Mother’s spectator, her silent confidant, forever held by the promise of more. Small secret jars, some pink and lavender, some with gold lids, others with glass stoppers, she arranged across her dressing table like figurines. She touched a shade of color with her fingertip and carried it to her cheek with the love of an artist completing a masterpiece. She reached for a second color, sampled it, but chose another. Rarely did she move her eyes from the glass in front. And rarely did I.
Mother’s eyebrows were slender because she plucked them, but her lips were full. When she looked down, lids masked her eyes like shades lowered, but the aching green behind them was always present. She wore her makeup bright red across the lips for the world to see, but more subtly along her cheeks and at the angle of her jaw. In her jewelry box, she kept gold hoops and bobs to wear when she and Father went out. During the afternoons at her dressing table, I chose the earrings she wore.
You are the best little man,” she told me as I worked the brush through her hair.
I know I am.”
I carried the brush higher and used it to massage her scalp the way she had taught me. She tilted her head to the left and then to the right to change the angle of view, the cast of light, and I followed her movements, careful not to pull. The thin muscles at the front of her neck tightened and released and slid beneath her pale skin like silk ropes under tension.
Held between the chair back and her spine, I barely moved, the warmth of her bath rising against me, damp like the rope of hair between us.
I am so lucky to have you,” she said.
I searched her mirror for an echoed smile, a flickered glance, the small treasures she’d hide for me to find, me alone.
Mother stood and moved away, but moisture from her thighs remained on the brocade cushion, altering the color of its fabric from blue to purple, which, after years, became an imprint that stayed.
Go play, now.”
I left with only the scent of her bath.






5 Responses to "Author Fun Facts & Favorite Recipe with Steven Merle Scott (Book Tour & Kindle Fire Giveaway)"

bkwalker said...

The recipe sounds so yummy! :) Thanks for stopping in Steve :)

Rhomy said...

Great recipe and nice excerpt!

Steven Scott said...

BK,
Thanks for hosting my book. I enjoyed our visit very much. As for the rack of lamb recipe, if you give it a try, my bet is that it will become one of your favorites.
Regards,
Steven M Scott

Steven Scott said...

Rhomy,


The recipe is easy, delish and will win you friends--not that you need any, I'm sure :)

Teddy Rose said...

Sounds like a great historical. I especially like books that take place during 5the great depression. I'll skip the recipe though, I'm a vegan.