A dash of joy brings everything together . . .
Something’s always baking in an Amish oven, and at Christmastime, all the ingredients for joy are at hand. Wrap yourself in the warmth of the Amish home—and the Plain peace of hearts joined by love. Each story includes a recipe from the author!
BAKING LOVE ON ICE MOUNTAIN
Newly married, Clara Mast and Daniel Kauffman have little to give but love during their first Christmas season together. But generous hearts are always willing to be creative in this “Gift of the Magi” inspired story.
THE CHRISTMAS BAKERY ON HUCKLEBERRY HILL
When shy Katie Rose Gingerich’s dat sends her to Huckleberry Hill to secure a marriage proposal, she never expects to long for carefree Titus Helmuth—or to hope that he might want to spend every Christmas with her . . .
THE SPECIAL CHRISTMAS COOKIE
Lisa Jones Baker
A charity auction, an unexpected friendship, and a stubborn spirit combine in an unusual courtship. But for Emma and Jonathan, overcoming obstacles is just one of the lessons to be learned about special blessings this holiday season.
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About the Author
Kelly Long is the author of the acclaimed Amish Patch of Heaven series and has been a finalist for the coveted Carol Award from the American Christian Fiction Writers. Her novel Lilly's Wedding Quilt was a Goodreads Favorite Book of the Year in 2011. Born and raised in the mountains of Northern Pennsylvania, she’s been married for nearly 25 years and has five children. Please visit her at kellylongbooks.com.
Jennifer Beckstrand is the RITA nominated and award-winning author of the Matchmakers of Huckleberry Hill and The Honeybee Sisters series, as well as a number of novellas. Novels in her Matchmakers of Huckleberry Hill series have been RITA® Award and RT Book Reviews Reviewer’s Choice Award finalists. Huckleberry Hill won the 2014 LIME Award for inspirational fiction and Huckleberry Hearts was named a Booklist Top 10 Inspirational Fiction Book of the Year. Jennifer has always been drawn to the strong faith and the enduring family ties of the Plain people. She and her husband have been married for thirty-four years, and she has four daughters, two sons, and seven adorable grandchildren, whom she spoils rotten. Please visit her online at www.JenniferBeckstrand.com
Lisa Jones Baker grew up near a small Amish town in Illinois that she frequented with her family on weekends. She's also a dog lover and a fan of Scottsdale, Arizona, where she spent nearly two decades. Lisa graduated from Illinois State University with a French major, has been on 5 out of 7 continents, and considers her parents the best in the world. Raised in a Christian home, Lisa has always been blessed with love and support. She loves to hear from readers via email at email@example.com.
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The Amish Christmas Kitchen
By Kelly Long, JENNIFER BECKSTRAND, Lisa Jones Baker
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Baking Love on Ice Mountain
Early October, Ice Mountain, Pennsylvania
The ominous crack of the giant pine tree ricocheted through the forest and twenty-one-year-old Daniel Kauffman knew a sudden and resonating fear in his chest.
"Bad cut!" he hollered, dropping his ax and scrambling to move as fast as he could through the wet leaves underfoot. "Run!" he screamed, glancing back to see that his best friend, Seth Loftus, still hadn't moved.
The tree fell with deadly force, catching Daniel with the tips of its branches and clawing the back of his neck to stinging rawness. But then there was silence, a deafening stillness once the pine met the earth and settled. Daniel stopped running and turned, listening.
"Seth?" He started to climb over the branches. "Seth!"
He worked his way back, heedless of the dense limbs, and found his friend lying in a widening stain of crimson against the mixed colors of the autumn leaves. Seth's lower body was trapped, and Daniel frantically began to claw at the earth, trying to dig around the huge trunk.
"I'm here, Seth. Right here. I'm gonna get you out."
"Nee ... please ... kumme ..."
Daniel swallowed hard as he looked up to the bloody hand raised in faint petition. He scrambled to his friend's side and bent low to cradle Seth's head.
"Let me get you out," Daniel pleaded.
"It was a widow-maker — this tree. Should have known ..."
"Seth, please ..." He watched Seth's blue eyes focus for a moment as he appeared to rally and reached to grasp the collar of Daniel's black coat.
"Dan, I want you to promise me something."
Seth half smiled. "Clara is beautiful, inside and out."
"I know. I know." An image of Seth's wife's wide pansy eyes flashed through Daniel's mind, and he blinked away sudden tears.
"She loves baking and cooking...."
Daniel choked on a sob as his friend's breathing became labored.
"You gotta take your time with Clara. She's as shy as a doe," Seth coughed. A tiny bubble of blood appeared beside his mouth.
"Don't talk, Seth. Save your strength."
"Nee ... Promise ... promise me you'll marry her, take care of her. ... You're the best ... best man I know."
Daniel drew in a harsh breath.
"Promise me, Dan."
He nodded feverishly. "I promise you, Seth."
Seth's grip loosened on his coat as his broken body relaxed.
Minutes later, Daniel allowed wrenching tears to fall as he rocked his dead friend until the cold seeped through and the nacht drew near.
He finally walked away to get help to move the body, and he recalled the promise he'd given in desperation — a heart pledge made in a moment of panic but forged by the enduring grip of love....
Early December, Ice Mountain, Two Years Later
"You've become a recluse."
The young widow, Clara Loftus, heard the obvious concern in her older sister Sarah's words but didn't bother to disagree with the statement.
"So?" Clara shrugged her shoulders and reached into the wooden box of weekly supplies Sarah had brought from the mountain store. She looked up when Sarah caught her by the shoulders.
"Listen, Clara, I really mean it and I can't keep helping you stay holed up in this cabin forever. Seth has been gone for a long time, and he wouldn't want you to be living like this."
Clara sighed. "Sarah, I know you're the healer for the community, but I'm fine...." She straightened her spine. "I have Blinks" — she gestured to the blue-eyed animal at her heels — "and it's winter. This cabin is too far up in the timberline for me to make it out a lot."
Sarah dropped her hands to her hips. "Somehow I manage to get up here every week with grocery staples, despite the distance and the snow. So you could stand to come down to the store. This is the last lot of supplies I'm bringing, Clara."
Clara knew instinctively that it hurt Sarah to be so firm. She reached out and squeezed her older sister's arms. "All right, Sarah. I'll kumme down if I need something."
Sarah shook her bonneted head. "But you won't admit that you need — anything. And that's what worries me."
Clara smiled, then handed her sister a small plate of cookies. "Here's some pralines I made last nacht. Just kiss my niece and nephew and that big, brooding husband of yours and leave the rest to me."
But when Sarah had gone and the light jingle of sleigh bells had faded into the distance of the frosty morning air, Clara sank into a kitchen chair and put her head in her hands. If only I could truly find purpose in being part of the Ice Mountain community again. ... Seth was always the social one, and now I — I am a recluse. ... She lifted her head as the goat brushed against her skirts. "But that's gut enough for me. ... Right, Blinks?" she said aloud. "And I'm going to completely ignore the fact that I feel more comfortable talking to a goat than any person...."
* * *
The warm glaze of sugar melted in a languorous slide down Daniel Kauffman's lean throat, and he closed his eyes to further savor the delight of the sweet.
"Gut, isn't it, buwe?" Bishop Umble asked from where he stood in the Kauffman family store.
Daniel opened his eyes and looked down into the wise auld face of his community's leader. "Jah, who made it?"
"Hmmm? Ach, the gut widow, Clara Loftus."
Daniel choked and the bishop slapped him on the back but continued talking. "Jah. Her sister brought a small plate of sweets down from the high timber and thought I might like a taste. I doubt there's a better baker on the mountain than Frau Loftus — but don't tell my missus that. Hmm ... Clara has been a widow for nigh on two years now. I wonder how she's getting by without Seth?"
Daniel shrugged, feeling shaken inside. I should have tried harder with her, kept trying. ... "Take it slow ... take it slow with Clara...." "The community sees to the care of widows and" — he began awkwardly.
"Oh, ach, I know that, but I'm talking about her spirit, her heart. It's bound to be lonesome up in that far cabin."
"Gut point," Bishop Umble agreed. "So you promise to return her plate to her tonight? You know women and their dishes. And you might also invite her down to a little gathering Martha and I are having in two days' time. ... Ask her to make some more of these cookies, too." The leader cleared his throat. "Well, I appreciate it."
Daniel lifted a protesting hand. "Wait ... what?"
"I'm going over to chat with your fater about some harnesses I ordered. Danki, sohn."
Daniel watched helplessly as the bishop threaded his way through the busy store. He wanted to cry out to the auld leader to stop, that he'd made no promise. ... I didn't promise. ... I never promised. ... But Bishop Umble had a strange way of getting around a man, and Daniel knew he'd be making the trip on up the mountain that evening, willing or not.
* * *
More than two years after her husband's death, Clara found herself grieving on the wood-pegged kitchen floor of the cabin's kitchen. She'd broken what had been Seth's favorite bowl — the heavy light blue one with the chip in the edge, the one she could still see him spooning soup or oatmeal from — a simple thing, but now shattered into small memories in the fading rays of the late afternoon sun. And she cried. She took out her hankie, blew her nose prodigiously, then looked up in surprise as a knock sounded on the cabin door.
It can't be Sarah again. ... For a moment, she felt a clutch of fear that it might be a stranger, but then she rose to her feet in determination. If Derr Herr wants me to be kidnapped or worse, then so be it....
She walked the few steps it took to open the door, then stepped back in sudden surprise and confusion.
Daniel Kauffman stood on her small front porch, his overly long chestnut hair tousled by the wind and his green eyes steady and penetrating as he stared down at her. He's handsome enough to be a model, she thought darkly, suddenly recalling an Englisch magazine she'd once hidden under her mattress during her long-ago rumspringa.
"What do you want?" she snapped, then bit her lip. Didn't I say the same thing two years ago — has it been that long? Two years ago when he came calling with his ridiculous proposal ... To add to her irritation, she felt herself flush in remembrance while his eyes narrowed as if in consideration of her response. "Well?" she demanded again, resisting the urge to squint as the last of the sun's rays slipped over the mountain.
"May I kumme in?" he asked gently, and she felt his words held a mild rebuke at her lack of manners.
Although she had slowly ceased participating in anything much communal but church now and then since Seth had died, she still remembered the niceties. "Nee."
He smiled then, a flash of white teeth in the new dusk, almost as if he'd expected her answer, and shifted his weight from one long leg to the other. He tapped his black hat against his thigh, and her gaze was irresistibly drawn to his shadowed waist for a millisecond.
She looked up, appalled at her reaction, and moved to slam the door in his face. But he shot one strong hand out and caught the wood, staying her for the moment.
"Look," she finally managed, as if she'd picked up on the conversation they'd had two years ago. "I do not want to marry you!" She stamped a small foot to punctuate her declaration.
He bent close, almost as if he was going to whisper in her ear, and she let go of the door in confusion. He ran a long finger down her hot cheek, and then, to her surprise, tapped her lightly on the nose in time to his own words. "And I — no longer want to marry you, Widow Loftus."
She felt her mouth round in surprise. "Ach," she whispered. "Then, what — I mean ..."
"Praline cookies," he announced, pulling back to turn up his collar as a brisk spray of snow blew past.
He shrugged. "Bishop Umble requests a platter of your praline cookies, and your, er, presence, of course, at a small gathering he's having in two days' time. Though I hardly think your baking is necessary, because I make the best cookies on the mountain. But ... the bishop seems to be laboring under some memory or another of your past attempts in the kitchen and —"
"My ... attempts?" She felt more riled than she had in a long time, and she frowned up at him while she mentally thumbed through her recipe box. "I'll have you know that I'm an excellent baker." She sniffed. "And since when do men like you ... I mean ... men bake?"
He put his hat on and gave her a faint bow. "The great bakers are all men — be they Amisch or Englisch. So, are you going to make the pralines — or what?"
He sounded both doubtful and bored and she lifted her chin. "You can count on it."
"Okaay ... Why, hello." He bent, and she watched him run the back of one strong hand over Blink's fur while the goat tried to twine itself 'round his boots. She frowned down at her mischievous companion and tried to shoo the animal back inside, but Blinks was enthralled. Only after a long, uncomfortable minute on Clara's part did Daniel rise to his full height. "I like goats," he said simply, not questioning the oddness of actually having one as a house pet.
She frowned and nodded, telling herself she wanted him gone. But then he reached a hand inside his heavy coat and drew out a circular, brown paper–wrapped object. "The true reason for my visit." He smiled. "Your cookie plate."
"Uh ... danki." She clutched the parcel to her chest, then jerked it away, realizing that its warmth had come from the heat between his shirt and the black wool coat. He lifted a dark brow at her, then touched his hat and turned. She heard his clear whistle as he tucked his hands in his pockets and started to walk in the boot-printed trail she now saw in the shadowy snow. Then she shut the door and leaned hard against it, her breathing rapid.
"All the great bakers are men...." she muttered aloud as she bent to pet the goat as it took an idle nibble of her skirts. "We'll show him, Miss Blinks, even though you are a little traitor, letting him pet you." Then she stood and put the wrapped plate on the table and tried to ignore the fact that the man had stroked her skin, as well. ... One tan finger down my cheek ... No man has touched me since Seth....
She pushed aside the nagging thought and hurriedly swept up the remains of the blue bowl from the kitchen floor. Then she reached with determination for her recipe box and turned up a lamp.CHAPTER 2
"All the great bakers are men...." Daniel almost laughed out loud when he recalled his words to Clara as he mounted the steps to the family store later that evening. Although he knew he was a good baker, primarily out of necessity since childhood, neither he nor his family had ever admitted the fact to anyone else. While some Amisch men might help out around the kitchen now and then, with firewood or fetching water, Daniel knew the idea of a man baking on a regular basis wouldn't be widely accepted. And here I've proclaimed it on the mountaintop to Clara Loftus....
But, I did get her ... goat. He smiled grimly in the darkness. I certainly made a better impression on her today than I did two years ago. ... Gott ... I'm sorry, Seth. I haven't cared for her in the way you wanted. ... But you were right, auld friend. ... She is beautiful. And tonight there'd been a snap of life in her large gray eyes that had transmitted itself like a wash of intimacy down the center of his back and he'd shivered beneath his heavy coat, feeling unaccountably pleasured.
He tried to put aside the remembered sensation as he opened the heavy white door and the familiar jangle of an overhead bell greeted him. His daed, Ben Kauffman, popped his large frame out from behind some shelving, obviously thinking it was some late customer.
"Ach, Dan ... turn the CLOSED sign over, will you? I've got to finish stocking these jellies and then your mamm has supper going though she's waiting on you to whip up some angel biscuits. Where have you been, sohn?"
Daniel turned the sign, though he knew his daed would open for anyone on the mountain, no matter the time, in the event of a sudden or urgent need. He walked across the wooden floor, knowing its creaks by heart, and automatically bent to help his fater finish stocking the jelly jars that bore homemade labels from several of the local women.
"I was up near the timberline, Daed. Having a bit of a walk."
His father eyed him directly. "Ach ... well, then, I hope you stopped by to cut Clara Loftus a load of firewood."
Daniel felt a sudden tightness in his chest as he looked away. "Nee, Daed. I'll not cut timber up near that spot again."
His fater's big brown eyes immediately welled with emotion as he reached out to touch Daniel's shoulder. "Forgive me then, sohn. I forget that it's been only two years since Seth ... and you ..."
Daniel quickly embraced his daed, then pulled away. "It's all right, Daed. Look, I'd better get at those biscuits, okay?"
His fater nodded, pulling his white store apron up to wipe his nose; Daniel patted his back, then walked away through the store to the back kitchen, mentally preparing the ingredients for angel biscuits to go with the fragrant venison stew his mamm was stirring over the woodstove.
Daniel slipped off his coat and hat and hung them on the wooden pegs near the store's entrance. He called out greetings to his numerous siblings, who were already seated around the table with a general air of expectation.
"The kinner be hungry tonight," his mother observed as Daniel bent to kiss her plump cheek. "Can you whip up those angel biscuits of yours?"
He'd learned to bake angel biscuits and a myriad of other things, mainly by trial and taste, when he was ten years auld. His mother had been on necessary bed rest with one of her pregnancies, and while his daed was busy at the store, it had fallen on Daniel, as the eldest child, to become "the mamm" for a time.
Now he rolled up his blue shirtsleeves as he grabbed the homemade soap and started to wash his hands at the pump sink. He was drying off on an old tea towel when he remembered something vital to his recipe.
"I need my secret ingredient, Mamm. I'll just run back into the store for a minute."
There was a flatteringly collective groan from the hungry kinner at the table, and Daniel had to smile. Then he wondered with a sudden shiver of warmth whether Clara Loftus might have any secret ingredients of her own....
* * *
Long after midnight, Clara sought the relative comfort of the wood-framed bed that she and Seth had once shared. Blinks was settled in her usual mound of quilts on the floor, gently snoring. "I'm glad you can sleep," Clara whispered to the animal, then sighed heavily in the dimness of the moonlit room.
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Table of Contents
ContentsBooks by Kelly Long,
Baking Love on Ice Mountain,
The Christmas Bakery on Huckleberry Hill,
The Special Christmas Cookie,
Lisa Jones Baker's Christmas Cookies,
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
If you see the name Jennifer Beckstrand and the words "Huckleberry Hill," you can be sure of one thing -- a fun story with some hilarious matchmaking! The Christmas Bakery on Huckleberry Hill is the latest installment in this delightful Amish series and appears as one of the three novellas in The Amish Christmas Kitchen. As usual, you just never know what Anna Helmuth and her loyal husband Felty might cook up to help one of their grandchildren find his perfect match. Vikings, minions, good food, and Christmas goats -- all are ingredients in a delicious recipe for Christmas fun! A Christmas story often has its Scrooge or Grinch character, and Jennifer provided one of those as well. So if you are interested in a quick, delightful read for Christmas, be sure to check out Jennifer's story. Thanks to Celebrate Lit for providing electronic copy of this Christmas collection. The review is based on my own thoughts from the story. (My review was based on one of the three stories in the collection. However, the others were enjoyable reads as well.)
I am really enjoying these 3 novellas. I read The Christmas Bakery at Huckleberry Hill first. It is a wonderful novella for Christmas. Katie and Titus slowly learn that they really like each other. Katie came to Huckleberry Hill to get to know Adam better because her mother thinks she is an old maid and needs help finding a husband. She likes Adam but gets to know Titus and starts to fall for him. They have a few adventures with goats and with her bakery. I enjoyed this a lot. I received this ebook from Celebratelit for a fair and honest opinion. I will review the other 2 books later.
The Amish Christmas Kitchen is a collection of three Amish novellas from Kensington Publishers. Baking Love on Ice Mountain by Kelly Long is, for starters, not at all a match to its description in the official blurb on Amazon or Goodreads. I’m not sure if I have a really early copy and the entire story changed prior to publication or if the blurb is wrong. Either way, what I read is not a Gift of the Magi type story – it’s a story about a young widow and her husband’s best friend … and cookies. While I did enjoy the story, I must admit to raising my eyebrows more than once at the sensuality of the story. Nothing inappropriate, per se, but definitely suggestive. The Special Christmas Cookie by Lisa Jones Baker is a sweet story about a little boy in need of a lifesaving operation. The friendship/budding relationship between his tutor Emma and his brother Jonathan isn’t a lot of sparks and sizzle, but when you combine it with Amos’ general adorableness and the community coming together in his honor it’s an all around cozy story! The Christmas Bakery of Huckleberry Hill by Jennifer Beckstrand is my favorite of this collection! I adore this author’s books because I will most certainly snort-laugh at some point (usually several times) and will definitely melt at the sweet romance more than once too. True to form, both occurred whilst I was reading The Christmas Bakery of Huckleberry Hill. Bottom Line: If you’re looking for a story that will make you laugh … and melt … and want to hug Viking beanied Amish men, then you have come to the right place! Jennifer Beckstrand’s novella in The Amish Christmas Kitchen is romantic and tender and perfectly hilarious. The accompanying novellas in this collection – one a little spicy, one simply sweet – are good as well but Beckstrand’s is my favorite. With all the right ingredients, it’s the recipe for a great read! (I voluntarily reviewed a complimentary copy of this book.)
The is a nice collection of Amish stories with a Christmas theme. Katie Rose Gingerich's mother told her the way to a man's heart was by being a good cook! So cook she does. Not to give anything away, but.. I was happier with the way this story ended than who it started with! All three stories were delightful and a holiday favorite read..
If you love Amish fiction then The Amish Christmas Kitchen is for you. A collection of three novellas written by three of todays top Amish writers and each story includes a recipe from that Author. Baking Love on Ice Mountain by Kelly Long is about newlyweds Clara mast and Daniel Kauffman who have little to give this Christmas season but love. This story is inspired by the Gift of the Magi and one that I felt was very heartwarming and filled with love. The Christmas Bakery on Huckleberry Hill by Jennifer Beckstrand. Katie Rose Gingerich is a shy, her dat sends her to Huckleberry Hill to secure a marriage proposal, she never expects to fall for the carefree Titus Helmuth. Will Titus feel the same way about Katie? Will he want to spend every Christmas with her? The Special Christmas Cookie by Lisa Jones Baker the story about overcoming obstacles and more lessons to be learned for Emma and Jonathan. These three novellas are just what you need to get yourself more into the Christmas spirit. Each is filled with love, lessons, family and Christmas joy. I received this book for free. A favorable review was not required.
BAKING LOVE ON ICE MOUNTAIN by Kelly Long Newly married, Clara Mast and Daniel Kauffman have little to give but love during their first Christmas season together. But generous hearts are always willing to be creative in this “Gift of the Magi” inspired story. This story is a lot more graphic and based more on pure sexual desire than most Amish novels. It is definitely beyond edgy in an uncomfortable for most Christian romance readers way. There is no real faith message, the story is based on promises Dan made to a dying friend and the blurb above is NOT at all accurate. They are NOT married in the book, and are having a cookie bake-off as Dan unlike most Amish men is extremely talented in the kitchen. Add Clara's pet goat and there are some humorous moments. I used to love Ms. Long's stories before she left the CBA but while still well written, this is not for women who want to avoid "fictional porn." THE CHRISTMAS BAKERY ON HUCKLEBERRY HILL by Jennifer Beckstrand When shy Katie Rose Gingerich’s dat sends her to Huckleberry Hill to secure a marriage proposal, she never expects to long for carefree Titus Helmuth—or to hope that he might want to spend every Christmas with her . . . I LOVE Ms. Beckstrand's Amish books. She mixes humor with romance like none other. I absolutely love Titus's grandparents and was glad to revisit them. Add a new tradition of Christmas goats, a blundering smitten hero and an insecure and shy heroine, it is beautiful. I also liked the way the grandparents manipulated the situation to get Titus there and then sat back and let the real "beau" blunder his way out of the picture while Titus becomes increasingly endearing and sweet. Totally loved this book. THE SPECIAL CHRISTMAS COOKIE by Lisa Jones Baker A charity auction, an unexpected friendship, and a stubborn spirit combine in an unusual courtship. But for Emma and Jonathan, overcoming obstacles is just one of the lessons to be learned about special blessings this holiday season. This is the first book I've read by this author. It's set in Arthur Illinois, and area I've been in multiple times. I toured my first Amish home in this town and was a lot surprised by all the clutter in it. (It makes my house look sparse in comparison!) I skimmed this story a lot. It was very clean, and well written, it just didn't draw me in and make me care. Emma is pushy in a non-intrusive sort of way, another words, you don't think such a mild woman would be so insistent. I didn't like Jonathon at first either and while the two talked I didn't see any attraction between them. A complete 180 from the first book in this collection!
Kelly Long, Jennifer Beckstrand, and Lisa Jones Baker do a great job combining their stories in this book. All the stories, as the name implies, have to do with cooking…. especially cookies! In Baking Love on Ice Mountain, Kelly Long starts off with twenty-one-year-old Daniel Kauffman’s loss of his best friend when a tree they were chopping down landed on Seth. Seth also left behind his wife, Clara, who he made Daniel promise to marry. Widowed at such a young age, Clara withdrew from everyone. She knew she could never find another Seth or ever love again. I enjoyed Titus’ grandparents in The Christmas Bakery on Huckleberry Hill by Jennifer Beckstrand. His grandmother Anna especially. I think Titus was autistic but I could be wrong….at any rate he was different and a wonderful man. Anna decided she was going to find him a wife. The only problem was the wife she wanted for him was supposed to get engaged to someone else! Oh dear!!!! In The Special Christmas Cookie by Lisa Jones Baker little Amos Troyer needs heart surgery. Jonathan, his older brother and man of the house since the death of their father, felt like a failure for having to depend on others for the money. Amos’ tutor, neighbor Emma, affectionately called Emmie by Amos, is the baker of the Christmas cookies that help raise some of that money. I was given this book by NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.
I found The Amish Christmas Kitchen to be delightful. Such enjoyable and engaging stories. My favorite is by Jennifer Beckstrand. I was definitely entertained (it made me laugh and smile). I loved the description of Titus’ beanie. Anna and Felty are my favorite characters. They are so genuine and lovable! The three stories are easy to read and have a good pace. They all can be read without having enjoyed the books in the various authors series. I found the stories to be very uplifting. The remind you of what Christmas is really about (true meaning of Christmas). I look forward to reading more stories by these authors! I give The Amish Christmas Kitchen 4 out of 5 stars (I liked them). I received a complimentary copy of the book in exchange for an honest review. The comments and opinions expressed are strictly my own.
The first story is by Kelly Long, Daniel Kauffman tries to fulfill a dying wish to his friend, but isn’t successful, and two years later, he is really interested in Clara. Clara appears to still grieving for her late husband, and has really become a recluse, has Daniel learned his lesson, and now will take his time with her. There are a few cute chuckles here, and there are goats involved, and lots of cookies. A really sweet, in more ways than one, cookies and candy, children and a bit of romance, Christmas story, and a very fast and timely read. The second story is by Jennifer Beckstrand who has brought back my favorite couple Annie and Felty, and their desire to marry off their grandchildren. This one is Titus’s chance, and Annie has opened her home Katie Rose as at 24 she is here to have Amos fall in love with her. Meek and kind Titus writes poetry and is quietly there helping Katie, while Amos, at least what I read, was a demanding guy, and you feel like he is doing a favor just coming around. We hope that Katie sees what is right under her nose, and I’m not rooting for Amos. The final story is by Lisa Jones Baker and her love for a little guy, he needs life saving surgery, and his brother’s pride of not being able to afford the surgery without help. There is also a spark of romance, but all is helped by delicious cookies, and so many tries to get the perfect recipe. All of the stories do include a recipe for you to try, yum! I received this book through Net Galley and the Publisher Kensington, and was not required to give a positive review