It’s Not a Sin, It’s Criminal-ly Bad.

Ok. I almost never write bad reviews. I hate doing it. It doesn’t feel nice. Authors spend months on a project–sometimes years–just to have someone like me tell them it’s crap? I don’t like it. I’m friends with authors. I AM an author. I know what it’s like to be written about negatively. Therefore, what … Read more…

A Very Proper Gal-Sneaker.


I wrote this review after drinking the recipe/props (because it had soda in it and would go flat, I’m not one to waste, people!!) and therefore, just, well, I’m a bit arfarfan’arf. Also, I will also be injecting Victorian slang into the post, because I can. *here’s a helpful list. I will also try to throw in nonsense words made up by Victorian authors, e.g. “bandersnatch” a la Lewis Carroll, because it sounds dirty, and he was a buttoned-up religious mathematician with a million kids–so you know he got freaky. He just did it missionary style–as was proper. (But I hear his wife oft yelled what was written on Alice’s cake’s label.)

Let’s get busy.

A few (three?) weeks ago I got the happiest of the happies email (in Victorian, we’ll call that “magic box messaging”–which should not be confused with “magic box massaging”–which is entirely different.) It was the ARC for A Very Proper Monster by Elizabeth Hunter. (appearing in a duo with Grace Draven titled Beneath a Waning Moon out Oct 1)

Holy, omg, Batman! She wrote A PARANORMAL HISTORICAL ROMANCE. Don’t worry, I didn’t faint. There may have been swooning. I will not lie, Elizabeth Hunter is a chuckaboo of mine, but that doesn’t mean I’d review it if I thought it was not up to dick. However, this novella, this snippet, is up to a lot of dicks. Like, a passel of dicks. (Wait…I can come up with a better collective noun)..a Nixon of dicks.

A Nixon of Dicks that’s not up to dick.

So, hold on to your Nixons, folks. Get this!! Remember how, like, a minute and a half ago, Elizabeth Hunter released The Scarlet Deep? Yes? Well, remember Tom?! The big, burly son of Murphy? The former fighter? The sexy ogre of Dublin? Yes? This is HIS STORY. And that of his super sweet, batshit crazy mate, Josephine.

We get their story. We are able to understand how this dynamic couple came to be. Turns out, Josephine, who in Victorian times was wealthy enough to be “eccentric” and not “off her damned meds” or “creative,” was already quite dying when Tom was conscripted by his sire to court her. FUCKING CONSUMPTION, AMIRITE?!

Here’s the thing: Lady Coughsalot doesn’t know that the enormous dude fixing to make her his–is a walking magic bloodmobile.

Thank goodness she is a fan of the bite bros, and happens to be enamored with the dark tales of the creatures of the night, because she is able to envision the life of the undead as housing a lot more of a nanty narking than could other mortals.

I really, really want to tell you about my ABSOLUTE FAVORITE BIT of the book, which occurs after Josephine is turned (not a shocker–we knew this from her previous books) and JoJo goes balls-to-the-wall Angelina Jolie in Girl, Interrupted JABBERWOCKY on someone and Tom comes in after.

It’s fucking amazing, and you should read this short little novella if only for that scene.

Imagine her as a bloodthirsty vampire. AWESOME, RIGHT?!

I have never been disappointed by Elizabeth Hunter’s books. This novella proved no exception. I liked it so much, I wanted more. I wanted a full 200+ pages of batshit and bigdude after bedtime. With this novella, Elizabeth Hunter proves that she is able to write not only spectacular modern fiction, but phenomenal historical fiction as well.

Tis a foolish woman (1)

(emphasis mine)

And I want more.

Seriously, if she wrote a steampunk novel wherein a lady privateer shapeshifts into a Kracken to Robin Hood the fuck out of some rich whalers, and then falls in love with an Orca shifter and they make whale-o-pus babies who own a sushi bar dirigible, I’d read it.


Four Big, Beefy Punches.

Then I’d make this cocktail inspired by the book.

Because I DON’T LIKE WHISKY or Whiskey or whatever, I used moonshine–which is a whiskey/whisky CORN BOOZE, but I like it.

Apple Pomegranate Moonshine Punch

Apple Pomegranate Moonshine Punch

Apple Pomegranate Moonshine Punch

by Cat Bowen

Prep Time: 2 minutes

Keywords: beverage

Ingredients (2 cocktails)

  • 2.5 oz Apple Pie Moonshine
  • .5 oz cinnamon schnapps
  • juice and arils of one medium pomegranate (pith picked out)
  • 3 oz club soda
  • sliced apple


separate arils from juice by straining

shake ingredients together with ice sans arils, soda, and apple slices

strain into two glasses

top with soda and arils, add slices


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My She-ro.

Today’s post is not a “book review” or a “Get Series(ous),” post. It is a “seriously, you’re wasting your life if you aren’t reading this book,” post.

There is at once a multitude of people for whom I admire, and a remarkably small number of people of whom I would truly claim to live in the Pantheon of my mind as a hero. Eleanor Roosevelt, Václav Havel, Sir Nicolas Winton, Ann San Suu Kyi, The Notorious RBG/Justice Ginsburg, and Kim Phuc are among those I would readily and eagerly call “my heroes.¹”

However, when it comes to heroes whom I truly wish to emulate, there is but one–Madeleine Albright.

I’m no madwoman, I have no delusions of grandeur in the political arena. I am a writer with a potty mouth who goes to school too much. However, I am also an academic, a mother, and Czechoslovak-American. Madeleine Albright is also all those things. She was, by all accounts, a tremendous professor who stirred the intellectual imaginations and passions for the political process and international relations in the heart of anyone fortunate enough to find themselves in her lecture hall. By all accounts, her children have all matured into spectacularly ambitious and accomplished women. She is a singular human being.

She’s the baddest badass bitch in America. She was the first female Secretary of State in these United States. She was one of the closest advisors to the President during one of the most controversial presidencies, ever. She is a diplomatic powerhouse who rocked the international arena with her bold decisions and laser focus. Kosovo, the assassination of the Israeli president, Africa in crisis, the rise of Russia (part deux.) a global China, the list of diplomatic nightmares she faced during her tenure was maddeningly long. She managed to juggle these with a skill and competency which will stand in the annals of history as nothing short of astonishing.

Now, I’m no psephologist, but I believe that if you look closely enough at the 1996 elections, the Presidential Cabinet/advisor choices would play no small part in Bob Dole’s defeat. People simply didn’t trust the quiet Senator’s inner circle. They were political “cronies” to the public. The economy was good–ostensibly because the President was doing a good job, and had good people advising him. Kansas wasn’t thriving as much as the rest of the country. (To be absolutely fair to Dole, it was a Fallwellian state desperately trying to retain its agrarian economy in a time where it simply wasn’t feasible.) Even so, President Clinton (I hope I get to use that again in the present tense!!!) had a team of advisors one could liken to the School of Night. Almost supernaturally gifted in politics, the economy, and sensitive to the human condition, advisors which included Madeleine Albright were a group in whom America could place their faith.

Bring it.

Now, as a retired Secretary of State, Ms Albright spends much of her time in the public eye giving speeches, and of course, writing books.

The first book of hers which I read was Madam SecretaryMy platonic soul mate, Amy, texted me not long after she began reading it: “I think I’m in love with Madeleine Albright, which is a problem because we’re both straight.” (or something similar.) I am ashamed to admit I didn’t pick up the book immediately. I had so many other books on my TBR, how could I possibly fit in a 750 page memoir? However, when I finally downloaded the audiobook, I was hooked.

It wasn’t just that Ms Albright is a wonderful writer, given to precise text and concise details, it was the sweeping nature of the memoir. I was alternately cheering, fist pumping–ala Gloria Steinem–and weeping with sadness and joy. The stories about her Czechoslovak parents, the manner in which she recounts their many successes, and even instances when their behavior baffles, is infinitely warming to the soul. She speaks boldly about the tragic nature of her entrance to this country–what was left behind, and what was gained.

I remember listening to my grandmother tell me many stories of what it was like for her family to leave Czechoslovakia; how dangerous it was, how terrifying, how full of hope. I imagined my family making that same voyage across that same cold, watery road which Madeleine Albright traversed.

I empathized with Ms Albright as she detailed life as a young married woman, wed into a family far different from her own. Different religions, different cultures, different status. The consecrated fields of new motherhood about which she writes are as fresh in the text as they are to any mother who has ever experienced that joy and agony. She even laughingly recalls the rapid swelling of her person when she was pregnant with her twin daughters.

She understands–truly understands–that horrible place women find themselves; that place where a woman feels as a world alone. A place somewhere between motherhood and occupation, in which all of us are occupied. That search for intellectual independence apart from the ties of family, but not so independent that the cords binding you to this amazing thing you’ve built cannot be wrapped around you, and recoiled quickly back unto your heart. She acknowledges that perfect balance is impossible, but that maybe a mostly-happy medium can be achieved. She also demonstrates via her personal narrative, how the motherly instinct is not just a tool of the trade in family, but how it enhanced her judgement and reactions in her high-level jobs.

Ms Albright goes on to write about her years in the UN. It’s fascinating. The inner machinations of the beleaguered institution are even more terrifying and intriguing when explained by someone who lived it. No countries were expected to perform as much or give as freely as the United States–and she doesn’t hold back. Her surprising candor, combined with the insight only achievable by experiencing it firsthand, and having time to reflect upon that experience, is not only surprising, but serves as yet another startling reassurance of the faith I place in the politicians she trusts.

Madam Secretary

Then there was Prague. Her home. I will not lie to you, this portion of her memoir touched me very deeply. I was weeping from the horror of it, expelling forth tears of joy from the pride of it, and dwelling in the awe that settled over me when listening to her tell me about the Velvet Revolution. At one point, she recounts the story of the student uprising, and the parents of the students joining the call to action. She talks about the orchestras playing in the streets, and the final fall of communism in Czechoslovakia. She was friends with Václav Havel. She, a Czech immigrant to the United States, was able to return to her home country with all of the knowledge of a free state, and experience in the political arena, and assist in helping her homeland find their way to democracy. It was utterly poignant, and somewhat heartbreaking. The implied counterfactual is there, and she discusses it. “What if?” What if she hadn’t fled with her parents? What if she was dealt the same fate as the rest of her family? What if she hadn’t been?

Madeleine Albright

The third portion of the memoir discusses her time in office as the Secretary of State. It’s fascinating and juicy without being sensational. Here she is, trying to deal with Benjamin Netanyahu and Yasser Arafat, and at home, Kenneth Starr has has panties in a bunch and a pitchfork up his ass for Clinton. In an instant the media circus set upon the White House in an insane tornado of unfortunate. How can you affect change in a country where the congress is more concerned with The President’s “little president” than with, say, NUCLEAR ARMAMENT?! Needless to say, your neck will ache from all of the head shaking. It’s baffling, and at no point does she give Former President Clinton an out. She doesn’t excuse his bad behavior, or even come close to justifying it. She is certainly not gagged by her loyalty to the Former President, and I respect that a great deal.

-The Right Move in a tight spot is not to

At this point in the book, the reader is sure like they couldn’t feel any closer to her story, but in chapter 22, she discusses the embassy bombings in Africa in 1998. Hundreds killed and thousands injured across a span of nations, led by Bin Laden. She writes about those dark days, and the reader (if old enough to remember) is instantly back in that place, remembering the horror. I was getting ready for acting class when I turned on the news while I dressed. The screen was filled with terrifying images I couldn’t wrap my head around. I was fifteen years old. The America I’d always known was suddenly put on the defensive. What would happen? Would there be war? Little did any of us know, this would soon be a dusty memory just three years, one month, and four days later. Fourteen years ago, today. At that time, America had not experienced anything of its kind since Pearl Harbor. Chilling.

This is the only book I have ever read wherein I have had some format of it (audio/ebook/HC) on my person for two months+. In total, I have probably read it, through parts and chapters, four times. To say the book is inspiring and life-changing feels trite and insincere, but it’s absolutely true. You are simply not the same after you read it. Madeleine Albright is certainly a force to be reckoned with, for whom America, the world, and especially women, should be grateful.

Five Stars and Stripes…and pins. Definitely 5 pins.

When I decided I’d review Madam Secretary, I immediately knew I needed to feature a Czechoslovak recipe to go with the post. After listening to the book, I realized that Ms Albright and I might actually be food soulmates. Sauerkraut on toast, dumplings, tea and sweets. KIT KAT BARS. Oh, and taco salad. (oddly enough, My aunt Rett makes the BEST taco salad on the planet, and now I’m desperate for some.)

This recipe is definitely one of my favorites, and with peach season in full bloom, it only makes sense. Did I veganize it? Yep. But honestly, this only enhances the final product–in both flavor and texture.

What is it?

Bublanina, aka Czechoslovak Angel Food/Bubble Cake. But better, because the fruit is ALREADY IN IT.

It should also be noticed that it has a bit more fat in the batter. My people are nothing if not fond of fatty foods.

Bublanina, fruity angel food cake

Bublanina, aka Fruity Angel Food Cake

by Cat Bowen

Prep Time: 35 minutes

Cook Time: 35-40 minutes

Keywords: bake breakfast dessert vegan nut-free soy-free

Ingredients (16 slices–more or less.)

  • 2/3 cup superfine sugar
  • 1/2 cup grapeseed oil
  • 1 cup flour
  • the liquid from 1 15.5 oz can of NO SALT ADDED chickpeas. (NOT trader joe’s brand. They’re always overcooked and with little remaining liquid.)
  • 1 tsp lemon rind
  • 1/2 tsp cream of tartar
  • 1 lb chopped peaches or whole berries
  • cooking spray


preheat oven to 400F

separate 1/4 cup of flour from batch and set aside.

combine sugar, zest, flour, and oil, stir

in another bowl, toss the fruit with the flour reserved.

combine the oil mixture with the fruit.

in a mixer on high with the whisk attachment attached, whip the bean liquid and cream of tartar into stiff peaks. This may take seemingly forever. (10 minutes, plus!) BUT!! It DOES WORK.

slowly fold together the fruit and flour mixture with the whipped aquafabas*bean water

pour into a greased 13″-9″ pan

bake 35-40 minutes or until golden brown and yummy.

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 ¹The plural of “hero” is “heroes.” If you use “heros,” you’re saying that your fireman/justice/badass bitch “hero,” is a sandwich–tasty, but not altogether appropriate

Weighty Words: The Top 5 Fitness Books That Don’t Make You Want an Oreo.

When I re-branded my blog, I told myself I wouldn’t completely cut fitness out of the blog entirely, because it’s still a huge part of my life, and I love talking about it. However, it felt disingenuous to continue in the vein of “healthy fitness blogging” when I realized that a lot of the time … Read more…

Read Watch Eat, F/M/K Edition.

Ok, so by now, you’ve all played “Eff/Marry/Kill, right?

If not, let me refresh your memories. I will give you three celebrity .gifs, (let’s do Brits/UK, ok?) and you have to choose  with whom you’d have most intimate, and very carnal relations, with whom you’d walk down the aisle toward wedded bliss, and whom you’d kill!

I think you know who this is. If not, READ MY BLOG MORE OFTEN. Yes, I know he’s Irish. It’s close enough.
Tom Hiddleston. A little Lo-ki action.
Tom Hardy. MmmmHmmm


Ok, I’d get fast with Fassbender, marry Hiddleston, and kill Hardy. Why? No one as smoldering as Fassbender could possibly be good marriage material. (I’m generalizing. Broadly.) Hiddleston is still sexy as HOLY MOLY, and he really likes to dance. He can probably argue Elizabethan lit with me for days without getting bored. I’d kill Tom Hardy, but I’d feel very poorly about it. (Poorly is a UK colloquialism for “ill,” American readers. I thought it fit the men.)

You get the gist of the game, right?! Ok.

Today’s blog is based on that.

Read/Watch/Eat the F/M/K edition.

Only, I’m totally telling you which is which, because I AM A GIVER.

Read, Watch, Eat


The book you’ll want to have a tumultuous affair with, the movie that will lead you down a rabbit hole of Netflix binging the likes of which your iPad hasn’t seen in years, and the cake you’ll want to kill in a sitting. (But don’t do that, you’ll get a tummy ache.)


This was a real joy to read. The Utterly Uninteresting and Unadventurous Tales of Fred, The Vampire Accountant, by Drew Hayes is a different sort of book. It reads more like an epistolary of shorts. Meaning, each chapter is more of the next installment than the next chapter. It’s a fun, raucous, whirling dervish of a little book, with hilarious characters, (Bubba, the giant gay were-pony, anybody?) great twists and turns, and a narrator that just makes the reader smile.

When we’ve been bombarded with every type of vampire we think we could ever possibly imagine, we get Fred: the meek, quiet, horribly self-conscious vampire with a knack for numbers and collection of sweater vests. Vampire Fred may view himself as utterly uninteresting, but readers will read him as utterly uncommon and wonderful. Drew Hayes has made a splash with this tweak on bloodsucking subset which will charm diehard twihards and Draculovers the world over.

Four fangs.

Now, let me escort you into a Netflix rabbit hole, quick as you like.

I may or may not have been kinda sorta webstalking the world’s sexiest vegan–and my fifth grade crush, Jared Leto. I HAD NO IDEA HE WAS A VEGAN. *swoon* I was also coming down with a righteous book hangover from Fred, and wanted something–twisty–like the book. Scrolling through the Netflix streaming offerings, I came across a film I’d never heard of before.

Here’s the trailer–because, descriptions evade me at the moment.


I loved it. LOVED it. Which was great, but then, then I did a bad, bad thing. I “searched” Jared Leto in the Netflix search box.

There was so much Jared Leto in my box.

American Psycho, Prefontaine, Sunset Strip, Artifact. 

Just hours and hours of me and Jared Leto. All because I put him in my box.

You guys need to follow my lead on this with your Netflix.

Put Jared Leto in your box.

And put this cake in your mouth.

Yeah, I know it’s not yet autumn, but I AM TRYING TO THE SECRET THE HELL OUT OF AUTUMN TO GET HERE FASTER. I don’t want the days to pass more quickly, I just want the cool to come out and play.

This is perhaps the best cake I’ve made all year. It’s so delicious and moist. It has the flavors of fall, and HOLY EFF DOES IT SMELL GOOD.

Apple Pumpkin Upside-Down Cake

apple pumpkin upside-down cake

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Apple Pumpkin Upside-Down Cake

by Cat Bowen

Prep Time: 20 minutes

Cook Time: 25 minutes

Keywords: bake dessert vegan vegetarian dairy-free nut-free fall

Ingredients (8 servings)

  • 1 cup canned pumpkin puree
  • 1 cup brown sugar
  • 1/2 ripe banana
  • 1 cup flour
  • 1/2 cup vanilla non-dairy milk
  • 1/2 cup canola or grapeseed oil
  • 1 1/2 tsp pumpkin pie spice
  • 1 tbsp baking powder

for the apple topping/bottom

  • 1 extra large firm apple, peeled and thinly sliced
  • 1/3 cup buttery spread or butter
  • 1/3 cup brown sugar


preheat oven to 350F

in a 10″ oven-proof skillet with at least 2″ high sides, melt 1/3 cup buttery spread and 1/3 cup brown sugar on medium heat until melted together

(may remain a bit separated)

remove from heat

arrange apple slices atop buttery sugar mix in a mostly single layer. (the apples may overlap a bit)

In a mixer or with a mixer on medium, whip together pumpkin, oil, sugar, and banana until mostly smooth

slowly stir in milk

sift in dry ingredients

spray the inside sides of the skillet with cooking spray

pour in batter over apples

bake approximately 20-25 minutes or until edges pull away from pan and skewer inserted 1″ comes out clean.

let cool ten minutes

invert onto plate.

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Though Netflix sponsored these posts, all opinions and recipes are my own.
Though Netflix sponsored these posts, all opinions and recipes are my own.