Libby Klein: A lot of my recipes include either vanilla beans or vanilla extract. I haven't bought vanilla extract in years. I make my own. I use a lot of vanilla around the holidays, AND this makes a fantastic gift. I've literally had friends come back to me with an empty bottle before Valentine's Day and ask for more. I'll share this with you because it's so easy and only two ingredients. This is a little trick I learned when I took cooking lessons in Paris. (See how I threw that out there?) Any time you have a recipe calling for a split and scraped vanilla bean, don't throw away the husk when you're done. Place the empty husk in a bottle of white rum or vodka. Keep doing this until the clear liquid has turned completely brown and you have to hold it up to the light to see through it. Every time you add a scraped vanilla bean, shake the bottle to release the bean "caviar" from the husk. In a couple of months, you'll have a better vanilla extract than you could ever buy in the store.
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Layla Virtue, a blue-haired, 30-something recovering alcoholic and former cop is trying to reinvent herself as a musician—between AA meetings, dodging eccentric neighbors at her trailer park, and reconnecting with her mysterious dad—in this unforgettable new mystery brimming with hilarity and heart.
After her first career ended in a literal explosion, Layla’s trying to eke out a living as a rock musician. It’s not easy competing against garage bands who work for tacos and create their music on a computer, while all she has is an electric guitar and leather-ish pants. But Layla isn’t in a position to turn down any gig. Which is why she’s at an 8-year-old’s birthday party, watching as Chuckles the Clown takes a bow under the balloon animals. No one expects it will be his last . . .
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