Rachel’s Pudding Pantry
Step into Rachel’s farmhouse pudding pantry – where there’s always love, laughter, scrumptious puddings, and a hearty slice of romance!Pre-order the gorgeous new novel from Caroline Roberts, the Kindle bestselling author of the ‘Cosy Teashop’ series.
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First published in Great Britain by HarperImpulse 2019
Copyright © Caroline Roberts 2019
Cover design by Holly MacDonald © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2019
Cover illustrations © Hannah George/Meiklejohn
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Source ISBN: 9780008327651
Ebook Edition © April 2019 ISBN: 9780008327668
Version: 2019-04-30
Contents
Chapter 1. Coming Home to Chocolate Pudding
Chapter 2. Troubled Times and Midnight Pudding
Chapter 3. Sticky Toffee Pudding at Dawn
Chapter 5. Bread and Butter Pudding and Sunday Dinner
Chapter 7. Unicorns and Cupcakes
Chapter 8. Birthday Treats, Tears and Chocolate Pudding
Chapter 9. Coffee, Chat and Chocolate Brownies
Chapter 10. Coffee, Brownies and Chat
Chapter 13. A Very Gorgeous Apple Crumble
Chapter 14. A Pudding Production Line
Chapter 15. Thirty-Nine Puddings and a Pantry
Chapter 16. Grandmas and Ginger Puddings
Chapter 17. The Cattle are Lowing
Chapter 18. Prosecco, Plans and Mini Meringues
Chapter 19. Renovations and Roulade
Chapter 20. A Disastrous Date Pudding
Chapter 22. Memories and Muffins
Chapter 25. Pudding Preparations
Chapter 26. A Proper Pudding Party
Chapter 27. Be Careful What You Wish For
Chapter 28. A Conflab Over a Cuppa
Chapter 31. A Snake in the Grass
Chapter 32. To Kiss or not to Kiss
Chapter 34. A Sky Full of Stars
Chapter 36. Don’t Go Breaking My Heart
Chapter 37. Wise Words and Lemon Meringue Pie
Chapter 40. Summer Storms and Searching
For Alfie – my firstgrandchild
The proof of the pudding is in the eating
Old English Proverb
She is the perfect
example of grace
because she is a
butterfly
with bullet holes
in her wings
that never regretted
learning to fly
J.M. Storm
Heading back down the grassy slope, Rachel caught a glimpse of golden light ablaze over the vista of the Cheviot Hills, the sky above filled with cloudy trails of mauve, grey and orange – the sun set early here in Northumberland in March. Though she’d lived here in this valley all her life, every now and again this landscape with its vast, dramatic beauty simply took her breath away.
Rachel was on the farm’s quad bike, with Moss her faithful border collie on the back, having checked the fields were secure and ready for the new lambs and ewes. Earlier that afternoon, and working with the tractor, she’d put out some hay and bales of straw in large rectangular stacks to provide some shelter for the animals.
She paused for a few seconds looking towards those high hills that rose steadily from the valley where Primrose Farm nestled. Down here at the lower levels, there was grassy pastureland that led to brooks and streams, which ran cold and fresh from the moorland peaks above.
Despite this stunning panorama, there was a biting chill to the wind this evening, especially when you were on the back of the quad. Rachel’s fingerless gloves were no match for the nippy spring weather, and as the sun dipped the temperature cooled even further. It was six o’clock and time to head home to the farm.
She could see the farm’s outbuildings down in the valley; the lights were on in the lambing shed where Simon, their farmhand, would be settling down to work for the night. Beyond that, there was the old barn, which they used mostly for storage nowadays, and a warm welcoming glow came from the honeyed-stone traditional farmhouse where she knew her mum, Jill, and young daughter, Maisy, would be waiting for her.
