A Special Weekend Guest: Callie Hutton

I’m incredibly pleased to present you with a peek into my friend and fellow author Callie Hutton’s world this weekend.  Callie’s Historical Western Romances are a treat that can’t be missed.  Her latest novel, A Prescription for Love, part of the Oklahoma Lovers series, is out now!  (Stay tuned for a sneak peek below)

But before you take a look at her novels, feast yourself on Callie’s take on holiday meals, then and now….

A Trip to the Past By: Callie Hutton

The recent troubles on the east coast got me to thinking about how frightening it would be to suddenly find yourself thrust into the nineteenth century, with no modern conveniences. Just ask anyone from New Jersey, and I’m sure they’ll be happy to share that with you. Loudly.

Since I write mainly historical novels, history and things from the past fascinate me. So I thought I’d write a blog on a comparison  between Ms. Modern Millie, and Mrs. Husband’s Name, and see how they would produce a dinner of, oh say, fried chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans and biscuits.

Yes, yes, I know that’s not the healthiest meal, but I doubt husbands from the past would have appreciated a ceasar salad and veggie patty for dinner after a hard day of plowing the field. So let’s have Ms. Modern put her knowledge of calories and cholesterol aside for the night, and offer her family decadence.

Solution number one for Ms. Modern: Drive through KFC, and pick up an order, slap it on the table. Done.

Solution number two: Frozen breaded chicken from the supermarket, Bob Evans mashed potatoes, Green Giant green beans, Heat and Serve biscuits.

Solution number three: All right, let’s get serious. Ms. Modern buys dead animals parts (as my daughter describes it), drags the pieces through milk, then flour. Pours oil into a pan, fries up the chicken. A box of instant mashed potato flakes makes a nice, easy side dish, and fresh green beans from the supermarket and Pillsbury canned biscuits complete the meal. When dinner is eaten, she loads up the dishwasher, pushes a button and logs into Facebook.

Mrs. Husband’s Name is contemplating her dinner. She goes to the chicken coop, wrestles a chicken to the ground and whacks off its head. After slapping it on the kitchen table, she gets wood from the woodpile, shoves it into the stove and gets a fire going. Next she plucks the feathers from the chicken, then holds it over an open flame to singe the little hairs left.

With her well sharpened butcher knife, she cuts the chicken into pieces. THEN she gets to drag it through the milk and flour. A huge glob of lard hits the frying pan and she begins that part of the meal.

Mrs. Husband’s Name heads to the root cellar to gather a few potatoes and then to the garden to pick the green beans. Horrors, the chicken is burning! She races back to the house, saves the chicken, and saves the day. So who cares if it’s a little black?

Since the nutritional  benefits of potato skins is unknown to Mrs. Husband’s Name, she peels the potatoes and, after a trip to the well to get a pot of water, puts the potatoes on to cook. She settles at the kitchen table to snap the beans before she pulls out the flour and other makings for biscuits. Tired yet?

Keep in mind once the meal is eaten, she clears the table, feeds the scraps to the hogs, then heats water to wash the dishes. Do you wonder why Mrs. Husband’s Name groans when Mr. Husband’s Name looks at her with a twinkle in his eye and asks if she’s almost finished with her work, and he’ll wait for her in the bedroom?

No wonder they died so young.

Callie has been making up stories since elementary school, and writing gave her a way to turn off the voices in her head.  She’s had a number of articles and interviews published over the years, and finally decided to put her writing skills to the test and write novels.  Oklahoma is where she hangs her hat with her husband of thirty-six years, two young adult children, and three dogs. You can catch her hanging out at Facebook, Twitter- @CallieHutton, and her home base, www.calliehutton.com. Stop by sometime and say hello.

Here’s a peek at A Prescription for Love:

Guthrie, Oklahoma, 1903. Betrayed by his fiancée’s infidelity eight years ago, pharmacist Michael Henderson vowed he’d never risk his heart again. But he doesn’t anticipate the tug of attraction he shares with his new employee.

Heidi Lester flees her home, determined to prove to her overprotective parents she can conquer her debilitating asthma, to make a life of her own. However, her unscrupulous fiancé has no intention of letting her go. He has his own plans for Heidi and her inheritance.

Will a scheme to ruin Michael’s family force Heidi to marry her fiancé, or will assistance arrive from a surprising source to allow her to be with the man she truly loves?


Michael followed Clarence out the door, letting the heavy, scarred wood swing shut, drowning out the noise of the band tuning up, and conversation of those enjoying their box supper. Steam shot from the warmth of his mouth, as Michael’s breath hit the cold night air.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Henderson?” Clarence turned to him, hands fisted at his side.

Michael leaned against the clapboard wall of the church, arms crossed. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Heidi Lester is my fiancée.” Despite the dim light shining from the church hall, with his flushed red face and bulging eyes, Clarence radiated anger.

Michael needed to remain calm. This man deserved to have the hell beat out of him, but Heidi had been through enough embarrassment tonight. She didn’t need to witness the two of them rolling on the ground like a couple of bar brawlers. “So you say.”

“You’re damn right that’s what I say. As does her mother and father,” Clarence bristled. “We’re betrothed, and her parents agree. She accepted my ring. It’s done.”

Michael’s eyebrows shot upwards. “Is that right? Funny how you haven’t mentioned the one important person in this discussion. You agree, her mother agrees, and her father agrees. What about Heidi?”

Clarence shrugged. “Of course she agrees. Her parents know what’s best for her, and once she gets this nonsense out of her system, she’ll return to Oklahoma City and do her duty.”

“Her duty!” Michael pushed away from the wall. “The year is nineteen aught three, Mr. Manfred. A woman no longer marries to do her duty.” Michael brought himself up short, and smiled. He sounded like Ellie. She would be proud.

“Heidi has always done what she was told. She will honor her parents’ wishes and marry me. And you can bet I won’t wait one day past her ridiculous demand of a full month,” he snorted.

God, the man annoyed him. From what he’d seen of the Lesters, the mystery remained why they would want their beloved daughter tied to such an arrogant, pompous man. “If that’s the case, than I doubt Mr. and Mrs. Lester truly know you.”

Clarence’s lip curled. “Regardless of what your opinion is, Henderson, stay away from Heidi. She belongs to me.” He moved to grab the door, but was soon flat on his back, holding his jaw.


You can purchase A Prescription for Love from Amazon here: http://amzn.to/S3M9G9

Callie has generously offered a free download of A Wife by Christmas, #2 in the Oklahoma Lover series to one lucky commenter.


7 thoughts on “A Special Weekend Guest: Callie Hutton

  1. Dead animal parts? Yep, my son would say that, too. It’s a challenge having a vegetarian in the family, but it’s made us all healthier. Fun post, Callie!

  2. I think they had to hang the chicken either before of after cleaning it, so that would give her more time. Other than killing and cleaning the chicken, I’ve done the whole thing by hand, including peeling the potatoes and making the biscuits and the milk gravey. It’s all in the timing.

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