Rosemary Morris~Spinach and Cheese Curd Curry

Morris-FarBeyondRubies-AReHello and welcome to Romance Recipes where I am happy to introduce you to a new author and a new recipe! Two of my favorite things! Today I am bringing you author, Rosemary Morris, and her recipe for Spinach and Curd Cheese Curry along with an introduction to her new release, Far Beyond Rubies. Please join me in welcoming Rosemary and savor her recipe for spinach and cheese curd spinach as you read about her new book!

Gervaise, the hero is a vegetarian, so I included one of his favourite recipes at the end of the novel.

 

Spinach and Curd Cheese Curry

Ingredients:

2 lbs fresh spinach, or 1 lb of frozen spinach

Quarter pint water

1 teaspoon salt

8 ounces of paneer Indian curd cheese available from Indian groceries and some supermarkets

3 tablespoons olive oil or vegetable cooking oil

1 dessert spoon of finely grated fresh ginger

1 green chilli (optional)

Salt and pepper to taste

2 lemons cut into eighths

If using fresh spinach remove stalks, and shred the leaves. Bring a quarter of a pint of water with one teaspoon of salt to the boil. Add the greens and cook until they are soft, then squeeze out all the water. If using frozen spinach, defrost it and squeeze out most of the water.

Cut the paneer into half inch square cubes, deep fry them add and put them in water to keep them moist.

Heat the oil in a large wok or frying pan. Add the ginger and stir fry on a low heat for 1 minute. Add the fresh chilli. Stir fry for 30 seconds. Add the spinach and stir fry for a minute. Strain the curd cheese and add it to the spinach. Stir the curry gently over a low heat until the curd cheese is mixed with the spinach.

Serve with chapatis or other flat breads and or rice, add extra salt, some pepper to taste and squeeze lemon juice over it.

Optional:

When adding the greens to the fried ginger and chilli stir in 8 ounces of cooked fresh peas or frozen peas.

Serves Four.

Excerpt:

Set in 1706 during Queen Anne Stuart’s reign, Far Beyond Rubies begins when William, Baron Kemp, Juliana’s half-brother, claims she and her young sister, Henrietta, are bastards. Spirited Juliana is determined to prove the allegation is false and that she is the rightful heiress to Riverside, a great estate.

On his way to deliver a letter to William, Gervaise Seymour sees Juliana for the first time on the grounds of her family estate. The sight of her draws him back to India. When “her form changed to one he knew intimately – but not in this lifetime,” Gervaise knows he would do everything in his power to protect her.

Although Juliana and Gervaise are attracted to each other, they have not been formally introduced and assume they will never meet again. However, when Juliana flees from home, and is on her way to London, she encounters quixotic Gervaise at an inn. Circumstances force Juliana to accept his kind help. After Juliana’s life becomes irrevocably tangled with his, she discovers all is not as it seems. Yet, she cannot believe ill of him for, despite his exotic background, he behaves with scrupulous propriety while trying to help her find evidence to prove she and her sister are legitimate.

Abridged Excerpt from Chapter Two

The previous day’s storm had yielded to the sun in a cloudless sky as blue as periwinkles. Gervaise Seymour would have enjoyed riding on such a day if his thoroughbred had not become lame. He cursed under his breath while leading her by the bridle along the dirt road which hugged the riverbank.

According to the local post-master’s directions, the tall red chimneys ahead marked the end of his journey to Riverside House.

Gervaise wiped the dust from his glossy jackboots with his handkerchief, and then brushed his clothes with gloved hands. Although he preferred not to dress in the extreme of fashion like an accredited London beau, his expertly tailored cinnamon-coloured riding coat, waistcoat of a delicate shade of biscuit, and his buckskin riding breeches pleased him. Gervaise checked the angle of his dark brown, three-cornered hat, smoothed back an errant curl.

He led his mare away from the river lapping the pebbled shore and the lush green banks, and along a wide path leading across a close clipped greensward dotted with daisies. They crossed a hump-backed stone bridge which spanned a stream leading into an ornamental lake. Beyond it stood a wooden pavilion painted white, and banked by trees hazed with new leaves. Gervaise drew close to the small building. From inside, he heard a child weeping and a melodious voice offering comfort.

“I am sorry, sweetheart. Don’t cry. I promise to look after you.”

“Juliana, why didn’t you come home after Father died? Why did you stay in London?” the child wept.

“Hush, Henrietta. Now I am here, you will not be confined to the nursery, and you shall not go hungry again.” The exquisite voice had hardened.

“I will not go away,” the child wept. “Do not let them send me to school. I want to stay at home.”

“Sweetheart, we cannot stay at Riverside House, so I shall send you to Nurse while I go to London to consult Father’s lawyer.”

“Why are you going to London?”

“To consult Father’s lawyer.”

Whoever they were, they seemed to be in a desperate situation. Gervaise’s sympathy for them increased. Ashamed of eavesdropping, he drew closer to the pavilion with the intention of announcing his presence.

Feet pattered within. A young woman peered through an open window. Her pale oval face looked troubled, and her coal black hair was slightly disordered.

For a moment Gervaise could not speak. The sight of her drew him back to India. Her form changed to one he knew intimately—yet not in this lifetime. He recognised the mark of a crescent moon on her right cheekbone, and sensed the love they once shared. A tremor ran through him. Never before had he thought the Hindu belief in reincarnation was worthy of serious consideration. Yet, in spite of the teachings of the Anglican Church, what if—?

“Sir?” The lady’s indignant voice recalled him from his trance-like state.

He doffed his hat and executed his finest bow. “Gervaise Seymour at your service.” He hoped his presence would not offend her. “My apologies, madam, I could not avoid overhearing you.”

The door opened wide. It revealed a slender lady who held herself with dignity, and a slight, fair-haired child dressed in mourning, who clutched the lady’s black silk skirts.

“Why is Mister Seymour here?” Henrietta asked, simultaneously rubbing her tear-swollen eyes.

Gervaise took a clean handkerchief from his saddlebag. He offered it to the little girl. “Take this to dry your eyes.”

Could Henrietta be the lady’s daughter? He doubted it, for the black-haired beauty did not appear old enough to be Henrietta’s mother. Yet, if she was, he envied her husband, for who would not seize an opportunity to take such a jewel to wife?

Instead of asking him to explain his presence at Riverside, the lady clasped her hands while looking at him with trustful eyes. Although he might be a highwayman, a licentious rake, or some other rascal, she did not seem alarmed.

A tidal wave of emotion swept through him. His soul cried out to her, although he could not grasp the details of their previous life together. Previous life? No, here in Christian England it was illogical to believe such a thing.

The lady’s heart-shaped mouth curved in a smile. She curtseyed low. “I am pleased to meet you, sir. I am Mistress Kemp. The child is my sister, Henrietta Kemp.”

Buy the Book:

www.amazon.co.uk BO1MEBL3KX  Kindle. £1.99  Paperback £10.50

www.amzon.com BO1MEBL3KX Kindle $2,69  $14.99

Also available from I Tunes, Kobo, Smashwords and other online retailers as e-publications and paperbacks.

Meet Rosemary: Rosemary Morris - Small photo

I am a multi-published historical novelist. My novels are set in the reign of Charles II’s niece, Queen Anne Stuart, who reigned from 1702 to 1714, and the ever-popular Regency era, and a medieval novel set in Edward II’s reign.

I chose those periods because each of them affected the course of history. If the Duke of Marlborough had not won The War of Spanish Succession, and The Duke of Wellington had been defeated by Napoleon at The Battle of Waterloo, the history of Britain and Europe would be different, and defeat would also have had far-reaching consequences for the rest of the world. If Edward II had won the Battle of Bannockburn, it is feasible that he would have conquered Scotland.

The more I read historical non-fiction, the more fascinated I become, and the more aware of the gulf between the past and present. Those who lived in the past shared the same emotions as we do, but their attitudes and way of life were in many ways very different to ours. One of the most striking examples was the social position of women and children in in bygone ages.

My characters, are of their time, not men, women and children dressed in costume who behave like 21st century people.

Research of my chosen eras sparks my imagination. The seeds of my novels are sown, and from them sprout the characters and events which will shape their lives.

I was born in Kent. As a child, when I was not making up stories, my head was ‘always in a book.’

While working in a travel agency, I met my Hindu husband. He encouraged me to continue my education at Westminster College. In 1961 I and my husband, by then a barrister, settled in his birthplace, Kenya, where I lived from 1961 until 1982. After an attempted coup d’état, four of my children lived with me in an ashram in France.

Back in England, I wrote historical fiction, joined the Romantic Novelists’ Association, The Historical Novel Society, Watford Writers and on-line groups, and am now published by Books We Love Inc.

Apart from writing, I enjoy classical Indian literature, reading, visiting places of historical interest, vegetarian cooking, growing organic fruit, herbs and vegetables and creative crafts.

My bookshelves are so crammed with historical non-fiction, which I use to research my novels, that if I buy a new book I have to consider getting rid of one.

Time spent with my five children and their families, most of whom live near me, is precious.

http://www.rosemarymorris.co.uk

http://bwlpublishing.ca/authors/morris-rosemary-romance-historical-uk/

rosemarymorris@hotmail.co.uk

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