1
cup shredded Cheddar cheese
6
eggs, whisked
6
slices bacon, diced
2 slices bread, cubed
1/3
red bell pepper, diced
Red,
Yellow & Orange Peppers
2
green onions, chopped
3
tablespoons milk
1/2
teaspoon minced garlic, or to taste (optional)
salt
and ground black pepper to taste
Add
all ingredients to list
Preheat
oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Grease a 9x13-inch baking dish.
Stir
Cheddar cheese, eggs, bacon, bread, red bell pepper, green onion, milk, garlic,
salt, and black pepper together in a bowl until well-combined; pour into
prepared baking dish.
Bake
in the preheated oven until eggs are set, 20 to 25 minutes.
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An Excerpt From The Cowboy Encounter
“Will you kiss me again?”
“Why?”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s time for breakfast.” He
dropped her hand and strode into the house.
Feeling rebuffed, Becca followed.
Hilda fussed over the food: a mountain
of hash browns, a tower of pancakes, long strips of bacon, and a slippery pile
of fried eggs. Becca tried to smile at all the cholesterol as she settled into
a chair.
Hilda sat in a chair beside her husband
and reached for him. Leo took his wife’s hand before he picked up Becca’s.
Warwick claimed her other hand. Everyone but Becca bowed their heads.
“Dear Lord,” Leo prayed. “Bless this
food and bless our family and friends. Amen.”
Becca had never been religious, but
Leo’s simple prayer tugged at her. She felt cold when both Leo and Warwick
dropped her hands and picked up their forks.
No one spoke while they ate. Becca
wasn’t hungry, and she stirred the food on her plate, trying to process her
feelings.
She knew that she should want to leave
for Denver as soon as possible so that she could rescue Joel, but if she was
honest with herself, that’s not what she wanted at all.
She looked at Warwick. He caught her
gaze and winked.
She wanted Warwick.
No.
This wasn’t right. This wasn’t how the
delusion was supposed to go.
“I hope you don’t mind,” Hilda said
without looking up from her plate, “but I invited a few friends over tonight to
celebrate your wedding.”
Becca opened her mouth to say that they
were leaving, but Warwick spoke first.
“Now Hilda, how do you expect me to
believe that in just a few short hours you got invitations to your neighbors? You
didn’t even know we were coming. In fact, you didn’t even know I was married.”
Hilda met his gaze and blushed. “Well,
they were all coming over anyway for a barbeque, but I thought that since you
were here, a little celebration and an introduction to your wife would be
nice.”
Warwick’s expression softened as he
looked at his aunt. “It does sound nice, mighty nice, but Becca and I need to
get on our way.”
Hilda put down her fork and frowned at
Warwick. “Men! You are so selfish! I bet Becca could use an extra day for some
rest after all that travel. Look at her! She’s as skinny as a wet cat, and she’s
not even touching her food. Knowing you, she’s probably in the family way
already.”
Warwick flushed and shook his head.
“How do you know she’s not?” Hilda
demanded. “Men are clueless about these things.”
“Trust me, I would know,” Warwick said.
“I’m not,” Becca blurted, tired of
being discussed as if she wasn’t sitting right there.
All heads swiveled her way.
“I know I’m not pregnant,” she
repeated, before taking a big bite of her eggs just to prove that she didn’t
have morning sickness.
“Well, even if you’re not now, you soon
will be.”
“Now, Aunt Hilda, how can you know
that?” Warwick asked. “You and Leo were never blessed with children.”
Hilda blinked back sudden tears. “That’s
why you are our only hope!”
“Your only hope?” Warwick echoed.
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