Way To A Man’s Heart, Featuring Guest Author Hildie McQueen
Welcome, brave guest author Hildie McQueen as she decodes man’s secretive heart. Hildie loves storytelling and unusual settings, pair that with humor and you’ve got an idea of what her writing is like.
She makes sure action, intrigue, and sizzling romance add up to a story, her readers won’t soon forget. Her favorite past-times are traveling, shopping and reading. She resides in beautiful small town Georgia with her super-hero husband Kurt and two unruly Chihuahuas.
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My mother rolled her eyes when a teenage me asked if it were true that the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach. “I don’t agree,” she replied while wiping a damp cloth over the stove.
“Well then why the saying?” I asked persisting. She took a breath, and a swallow of her rum and coke and pinned me with a resigned look. “I don’t know. Probably made up by a hungry husband in an effort to get the woman to cook better.”
Could that be true? I see her point, but I also know that one of the ways my husband shows his love for me is by cooking some spectacular meals. Of course, I’m a girl, so that doesn’t answer the question now does it?
I asked my husband what he thought about the saying. He frowned and stared at me for a minute then said. “Why you asking me for?” When I asked again, he proceeded to say that he believes the saying became popular because women used to do all the cooking and it was incentive for them to be good at it.
Well he’s a pretty smart guy and pretty much said the same as Mom, so I’ll go with that.
Now maybe I’ll do a cooking class or something, because I’m not a good cook. I believe you have to love cooking to be good at it. I can follow directions and on occasion the food actually comes out decent. But I don’t like to cook.
Come to think of it, nah, I’m not going to learn to cook, it’s too much trouble. Heck, the way to anyone’s heart may be through their stomach, but I prefer a more direct approach. Kiss them until they lose their appetite for food!
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Enjoy this excerpt from Where the Four Winds Collide, available on Kindle.
This is your home now, Adeline,” Jackson told her, watching her closely for a reaction. “We were married earlier this afternoon. You are my wife.”
The color drained from her face and she froze, her spoon halfway to her mouth. He feared she’d faint again so he jumped up and went to her. The action startled the woman, who yelped and leaned away from him, only to topple over. Both she and the chair landed on their sides on the floor.
When Jackson tried to help her up, she scrambled to her feet and moved away from his reach.
“Married?” The shock in her voice made him wonder if the woman was mad. Surely she remembered signing the documents before the judge?
“Yes, Adeline, the judge explained it all to you before you signed the papers at the hotel. Do you not remember?”
“I…” her widened eyes met his and he fought the urge to reach out to reassure her. “I thought it was a dream.”
Welcome to Romance & Beyond, Hildie!
Now you’ve got me thinking. My grandmother loved to feed us, to the point that Grandma was synonymous with food. Fabulous, mouth watering food, from roasts to soups to cookies, so to me, cooking for someone was a way to show your love. Give love, get love.
However, I do like your ‘change the appetite’ philosophy!
Love your attitude, Hildie! Forget the cooking and kiss away.
I do think it would be nice if every person knew how to cook one special meal, then either sex could show their sweetie their appreciation!
Great idea, Jessica. You have my vote for Queen of the World!
Hubster will grill for me in the middle of a blizzard. I say that’s a pretty good trade for the odd potato salad or breakfast in bed.
The more I think about it, the more I realize that food is the best way to make memories with people, men, children and women!
Hildie, let’s break bread together at Nationals!
Hi Hildie! Welcome to R&B.
You have just ruined that saying for me, because I think your mom and hubby are up to something. It wouldn’t be the first time “society” decreed something silly to get women to do what it wanted them to do.
I wonder if there’s other saying related to “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach?” Barefoot and pregnant, in the kitchen?
OMG Carole, those two are related. We need to come up with a new saying, like “The way to a woman’s heart is to take her out to dinner!” LOL
Love your philosophy, Hilde! At my house, I’d say the saying holds weight. My hub and son will often ask what’s for dinner, first thing in the morning, as if I wake up planning how to please them with a meal.
They seem to think about their stomachs a lot.
At the same time, I do love to cook, so I set a standard that can be a little tiresome at times to keep up. I’d rather cook when I feel inspired.
That’s funny Sharon, one of my friends said her husband does the same thing as they head off to work. “What we doing for dinner? What we eating?” I wonder if he plans his day around it?
I think good take-put would suffice. ha ha. It’s the point that you’ve made an effort to please your mate.
There you go Brinda! I say it’s a good thing to find out what our partner’s love language is right?