Sunday, April 12, 2026

Millionaire Pie and Apple Mint Chutney, a recipe repeat with Celia Wakefield

Our dear Celia was working on a fascinating blog for us, when, unfortunately, her health intervened.  Instead, I'm rerunning our only previous April recipe, from 2024. This is also the only time I made something from my own - well, my grandmother's - recipe. Dear readers, if you could have seen the look of horror on Celia's face when I pulled out canned pineapple chunks and bottled marischino cherries (I don't think she had ever seen one except in a cocktail. When I popped open the Kool Whip, I thought she was going to faint.

I hope you enjoy this blast from the past - I promise, the pie tastes great! - and please keep our friend in your thoughts.

 

Millionaire Pie and Apple Mint Chutney, or, Celia and Julia's Easter Treats

JULIA SPENCER-FLEMING: This remembrance and recipe by our own Celia Wakefield starts in the past - Thursday, April 4th, when most of our state was without power. I got mine back by Saturday, but poor Celia went for six days without exterior power (she and Victor sensibly have a wired-in generator) and a full week without internet! Which has nothing to do with the substance of today's post, other than to show she's a trooper.

 

 

 

This may be THE bright spot of Thursday, April 4, writing to you, my dear JRW community, as we are being blanketed with snow and the power lines, internet etc have all surrendered. My bright spot is that I still have a working generator and my computer is fired up. 
 
First my thanks to Julia’s graciousness in inviting me. Any comments? Please address them to Julia, ha, ha. But we are snowbound, power denied and WiFi too. Oh we so rely on our link in the ether to the world. But for those of you writers with no power, I hope you are writing as the authors of old with pen/pencil and paper to give you that nostalgic view point.

I had big plans for what I could bring to Julia’s Easter luncheon, which would also give me a great recipe for the Sunday blog. But alas the rhubarb was covered by feet of snow etc. so that will have to wait until another time. However, Julia decided to make her favorite dessert. 
 
As many of you may know, Julia and Ross gave great parties. This was confirmed by a dear friend at Ross’s funeral who spoke eloquently saying that Ross and Julia would be counted on to be late for most things but never for a party. Aren’t those words to live? Though I was injected with the punctuality vaccine when born, and I do wonder sometimes, was punctuality a gift? Or a curse? 

However back to the Hugo-Vidal party train. This year Julia was hosting her annual Easter Luncheon which had been on a part-time hiatus over the past several years. She was kind enough to invite us and as I have access to locally raised lamb, I brought the lamb. There was a ham, scalloped potatoes, southern style sweet potatoes but without marshmallows in them, plus more asparagus than I have seen outside the supermarket and a HUGE salad made by another guest. I am sorry I didn’t take photos. 

I made apple and mint chutney to accompany the roast lamb, which I had covered with a fresh breadcrumb, garlic, herb and butter paste. I spread this mix over the large lamb leg, weighing five and a half pounds, and roasted it on 325F to an interior reading of 145 degrees in the thickest part. 
 
But the piece de resistance was Julia’s dessert. She made her southern grandmother’s recipe for Millionaire's Pie. She actually made it here in my kitchen and for once I was videographer which was fun. Julia’s grandmother would sing old Baptist hymns while mixing and Julia treated us to a few lines which she may or mayn’t share. I hope she does. (ed. note: she does.)

Now I was very interested in the Millionaire’s Pie as this is a truly American dessert and I can’t think of anything like it when I grew up. But there was one ingredient that was very popular in my family - condensed milk. Yes that small can or tin, if I’m talking, full of a creamy sugary sticky confection just asking, begging in fact, for you to grab a spoon and tuck in. At least that’s what I believed as a child  monitoring my mothers strange addiction to condensed milk. 
 
 
 
My mother was enamored, or perhaps in undying love with condensed milk. Sugar was rationed in the U.K. during the Second World War and for several years after. Coupons for sugar were guarded jealously and spent with careful consideration. So my mum and her best friend, my godmother, Auntie Winifred, would hoard their coupons and when they had enough to splurge, would buy a tin of condensed milk and sit with a spoon each taking turn and turn about until satiated. 
 

My mum's favorite afternoon snack throughout her life, was to keep a tin of condensed milk in the fridge handy for a small snack, think Winnie the Pooh size. Woe beware any of us who helped ourselves too liberally from her tin. I think that Julia’s pie would have been most popular with my mum. In fact, I wonder whether she ever tasted it when she visited the United States in the thirties. Her hostess, a close friend of my grandmother, was southern and I know they spent time in the South. I am sure she would have loved the pie as did all of us.

 
Now I can’t hand over for Julia to add the millionaires recipe without adding my recipe for easy Apple and Mint Chutney which is at the end of Julia’s delicious dessert. 


JULIA: Surprise! It's me with a recipe! As with all my faves, this is fast, easy and made with pantry (and freezer) basics. My grandmother Spencer used to make this pie when I was a kid, and it's replete with '60s no-bake goodness. You'll notice all the ingredients are straight from the Space Age kitchen; all convenience, very little nature. I think this may be the first time in her life Celia's had Cool Whip. 
 
Whether you call it Million Dollar Pie, Millionaire Pie or Millionaire's Pie, this classic southern icebox dessert will take you back to Sunday dinner at Maw Maw and Paw Paw's house - with the bonus that it still stays cool while Paw Paw goes on and on with the blessing.


INGREDIENTS

1 graham cracker crust, store-bought or homemade. Celia and I made ours, but you probably already have a recipe for this three-ingredient crust, so I'm not adding it here. If you make your own, chill for 15 minutes before adding the pie filling.

1 15.5oz can crushed pineapple, VERY well drained. If you're not a Baptist,         use the juice for a Pina Colada later.
1 can sweetened condensed milk
1 cup sweet flaked coconut
1 cup Maraschino cherries, chopped, plus some for garnish
1/2 cup chopped pecans
5 T lemon juice - very important to help firm the pie up 
1 1/2 cup Cool Whip - this is half the usual size container
optional - 1 T cherry juice, if you want a more pink pie
 

 
INSTRUCTIONS
 
In a large bowl, combine well the drained pineapple (as dry as you can get it,) the condensed milk, the coconut, chopped cherries and chopped pecans. Add the lemon juice (Maw Maw used the little plastic lemon for hers) and, if you prefer the color, the cherry juice. Gently fold in the Cool Whip.

Pile it in the graham cracker crust and slide it into the fridge for at least an hour. It can be made up to a day ahead. Garnish with halved pecans, and/or Maraschino cherries, or, it the pastor's coming to dinner, pipe on whipped cream and sprinkle with toasted coconut.



CELIA: Apple and Mint Chutney

Chutney is usually thought of as an accompaniment to Indian foods. But in the UK it was also a way to preserve damaged or bruised fruit which was not good enough for jam or for the table. It was eaten with cold meats or in sandwiches. I love a cheese and chutney sandwich on good bread. My Constance Spry Book says “The prescription is fruit or vegetables, sugar, vinegar and flavoring ingredients . . .”, Spry also recommends using a wooden spoon to stir.  So your chutney might have garlic or ginger, and mustard seed, chilies are another favorite. The seasoning is your choice and this recipe is my choice.

Recipe makes approximately 4 Cups 

3-4# Granny Smith apples, peeled, cored and chopped 
2 large onions (I like sweet onions), peeled and chopped small
4 Cups good vinegar (I used apple cider and Braggs mixed)
1# approx brown sugar 
1Tbsp ginger
1tsp cloves
Use other spices such as nutmeg or even cardamom if preferred
1/4 Cup chopped fresh mint

  • Choose a large heavy pan (not cast iron as that may react with the vinegar). I used a stainless Dutch oven with a heavy base which helps the long slow cook process. No lid needed, it’s all about the slow evaporation of the fruits and veggies
  • Add the chopped onions with 2 cups of the vinegar, stir intermittently, and cook over a low heat.
  • Once the vinegar is heated, add the apples with the spices (not the mint) and an additional 1 cup vinegar if needed. Cook on low, stirring often so that nothing sticks on the bottom. 
  • Measure the 3/4 of the sugar into a bowl and pour 1 cup vinegar over to help melting.
  • After the sugar has cooked in, taste to see if it is sweet enough. 
  • Once the apples are softened add the sugar, stirring well to mix all ingredients and keeping the heat low.
  • It will cook for another 2 to 3 hours to reach a consistency of jam or good yogurt. Look for the liquid to be almost completely steamed away. 
  • But if you’re planning to keep the chutney for a period. (For example to give as holiday gifts). Leave the mixture with a little liquid as it does dry out over time and become more solid. 
  • Also follow good practices for bottling and keep it refrigerated once opened. 

This was so easy to make I am wondering why I haven’t done it more recently. I hope you enjoy it with some delicious cold meat or in a good veggie sandwich. Or my all time fav cheese and chutney sandwiches which is very popular pub fare and forms the basis for a ploughmans lunch.


Saturday, April 11, 2026

Swift Six for Saturday

JULIA SPENCER-FLEMING: Since this week has been (mostly) about spring, let's do a swift six (because that alliterates with Saturday, of course) on April!

 

 

1. Hyacinths, tulips, or daffodils? Hyacinths. There's something about those little pastel florets I can't resist. I always have a pot indoors this time of year. 

2. Asparagus or spring peas? Asparagus - but it has to be steamed until it's perfectly crisp.

 

3. The Masters Tournament, the Boston Marathon, or Major League Opening Day?  Opening Day, of course. Every April, Ross would say, "I think this could could be the Red Sox's year." (spoiler: it usually wasn't.)

 

4. DIY taxes, TurboTax, or CPA? CPA, ever since I bungled DIY taxes so badly we had to get lawyers involved...

 

5. Raincoat or umbrella? My friend Roxanne gave me a perfect LL Bean classic raincoat, so I'm all about the yellow slicker now.

 

6. Your pilgrimage is to: cherry blossoms, Nordstrom's end of season sale, garden centers?  Cherry blossoms. I'm going to visit my sister in DC next week, and I'm hoping some will still be hanging on!

 

 DEBORAH CROMBIE:

1. Hyacinths, tulips, or daffodils?

I'm with you on the hyacinths, Julia. That scent is divine. For when they're not in season, my farmers market friend makes hyacinth candles which are not a bad substitute.

 

2. Asparagus or spring peas?

Asparagus, but must not be over-cooked. Although I do also love spring peas.

 

3. The Masters Tournament, the Boston Marathon, or Major League Opening Day? 

Major League Opening Day!!

 

4. DIY taxes, TurboTax, or CPA?

CPA absolutely!

 

5. Raincoat or umbrella? 

Love my Eddie Bauer rain jacket, but will add an umbrella in a real downpour.

 

6. Your pilgrimage is to: cherry blossoms, Nordstrom's end of season sale, garden centers?

Garden centers. Too many to count already this spring. It's an addiction.

  

 HANK PHILLIPPI RYAN:

1. Hyacinths, tulips, or daffodils? 

Tulips! My very favorite. Although I love the fragrance of hyacinths.

 

2. Asparagus or spring peas?

 Difficult! I adore grilled asparagus, though, if it's just right. And it wins for weirdest way of growing.

 

3. The Masters Tournament, the Boston Marathon, or Major League Opening Day?  

 Oh, opening day, that's so irresistible. But I have covered the Marathon for years, and its so strange not to be there now that I am not on the beat.

 

4. DIY taxes, TurboTax, or CPA? 

CPA, yikes. Definitely.

 

5. Raincoat or umbrella?  

That's so funny. Umbrellas work, but they are SO awkward. Your umbrella gets soaked as you use it to get to the car. You get into the car, and then what? Ahh.

 

6. Your pilgrimage is to: cherry blossoms, Nordstrom's end of season sale, garden centers? 

Garden centers, most definitely. I love the fragrance, and anything seems possible. (And I truly did not realize why they were called nurseries until like, yesterday. I gasped.)

 

RHYS BOWEN:

Bear in mind that I am in Arizona. Spring is long gone. Temps are over 90. Any spring flower that thought of growing has been long fried and died.  But I do go back to CA in a week's time and it should be spring there with poppies, lupins etc.

 

 1. Hyacinths, tulips, or daffodils?

I love tulips in theory but they never last long enough in the house. Daffodils are usually the first to be found in Trader Joes and come home with me to cheer up dark days.

 

2. Asparagus or spring peas?

We seem to live on asparagus. Having lived in Germany and Austria where there is an aparagus season of about 6 weeks, and white asparagus too, I think I'd really prefer that. The restaurants cook everything asparagus and then it goes.

 

3. The Masters Tournament, the Boston Marathon, or Major League Opening Day? 

I'll watch the Masters as my family are golf fanatics, but I'm a tennis fan and am watching Monte Carlo this week.

 

4. DIY taxes, TurboTax, or CPA?

I have used HR Block's program for several years, after consulting both CPAs and Tax attorneys. Since the major work is assembling all the items not entering them it seems to work well for me. (and I got a refund for the first time in ages)

 

5. Raincoat or umbrella? 

Usually raincoat. Who has an extra hand for an umbrella and it's impossible to navigate crowds.

 

6. Your pilgrimage is to: cherry blossoms, Nordstrom's end of season sale, garden centers?

None of the above this year, although I may try to get out to the Marin Headlands to the wildflowers when we return to CA.

  

 JENN McKINLAY: 

1. Hyacinths, tulips, or daffodils?

 Daffodils are spring to me, but I love hyacinths and tulips, too.

2. Asparagus or spring peas?

 Asparagus. My parents used to grow it in our garden, so also a core memory.

3. The Masters Tournament, the Boston Marathon, or Major League Opening Day? 

 Major League Opening Day!!! Go D-Backs!

4. DIY taxes, TurboTax, or CPA?

 I have a CPA but I'm so late this year I think it's going to be DIY - please, save me.

5. Raincoat or umbrella? 

 A brolly, always! It doubles as a weapon if needed :)

6. Your pilgrimage is to: cherry blossoms, Nordstrom's end of season sale, garden centers?

 Cherry blossoms!!!

 

 HALLIE EPHRON:

 1. Hyacinths, tulips, or daffodils?

Definitely tulips. I love the way they go every which way and then toss their petals at the end.

2. Asparagus or spring peas?

Spring peas. If I can find them. So special.

3. The Masters Tournament, the Boston Marathon, or Major League Opening Day? 

 Dare I say? None of the above. 

4. DIY taxes, TurboTax, or CPA?

 CPA, please. Being self-employed is complicated.

5. Raincoat or umbrella? 

 Raincoat... if only I had one. So most of the times it's just a hat and a fast run.

6. Your pilgrimage is to: cherry blossoms, Nordstrom's end of season sale, garden centers?

GARDEN CENTERS! Gotta have a big pot of pansies and another one of basil. To me that says SPRING. Trying to outsmart thee rabbits is a losing gambit. 

 

 LUCY BURDETTE:

1. Hyacinths, tulips, or daffodils?

 Daffodils--so cheerful and early, I find them irresistible! 

2. Asparagus or spring peas?

 Asparagus, but it must be from our garden or a farm nearby. Otherwise it has a bitter taste and I don't even want to mention the aftereffects!

3. The Masters Tournament, the Boston Marathon, or Major League Opening Day? 

 The Masters! Even though most of the current golfers could be my grandchildren. I still love golf and look back fondly at the Golf Lovers Mystery Series!

4. DIY taxes, TurboTax, or CPA?

 CPA. Not even a question!

5. Raincoat or umbrella? 

 Raincoat.

6. Your pilgrimage is to: cherry blossoms, Nordstrom's end of season sale, garden centers?

 Can we do all three please??

 

JULIA: Now it's your turn, dear readers! Cut and paste the questions and give us your answers in the comments!

 

1. Hyacinths, tulips, or daffodils?

 

2. Asparagus or spring peas?

 

3. The Masters Tournament, the Boston Marathon, or Major League Opening Day? 

 

4. DIY taxes, TurboTax, or CPA?

 

5. Raincoat or umbrella? 

 

6. Your pilgrimage is to: cherry blossoms, Nordstrom's end of season sale, garden centers?

Friday, April 10, 2026

Murder, Local Style, a guest blog by Leslie Karst

 JULIA SPENCER-FLEMING: Every time I read one of Leslie Karst's Orchard Isle books, I wonder, Why didn't I set my mysteries in Hawai'i? We both like writing about the joys and travails of small town living, we both have a great couple at the center of our stories, I even have moments of humor - although considering how many times Leslie's been nominated for a Lefty Award, she's got me beat on that front.

I can only conclude it's because I settled on the frozen tundra in Maine, and she was smart enough to live on the Big Island. And we both firmly believe writing what you know creates the best experience for the reader. As you'll see when she talks about Murder, Local Style...

 

 

 

Traditional and cozy mysteries are often set in a small town or village, and for good reason. People in a small town tend to know one another, so when something goes awry—such as a murder—they make for good suspects and witnesses. And when the amateur sleuth lives in the same community, she too will have a special connection to and insider information regarding the crime.

 

The street I live on in Hilo, Hawai‘i is in one of the town’s older neighborhoods (dating from 1930s), and many of its residents are the children or grandchildren of families who bought the properties when they were new. Although originally a Japanese-Hawaiian neighborhood, it’s now a blend of the original families along with “locals” (generally a mix of native Hawaiian, Filipino, Portuguese, and Chinese) and haoles (those of European descent).

Our neighborhood on Boy's Day

 

My wife Robin and I, of course, fall into the latter category, but we were welcomed warmly into the neighborhood when we bought our house eighteen years ago. And we love our street. Folks not only know one another, but often host social events for others on the street: Halloween parties and boxcar derbys! And it’s marvelous watching the  kids play together in the street and on our front lawns—riding their bikes and playing hide-and-go-seek, just like I did when I was a kid back in the 1960s. 

The view from my office window

 

Of course no neighborhood is perfect, and ours definitely has its drawbacks. Lawnmowers, blowers, and weed whackers are a frequent background noise. People use loud pneumatic tools to work on their cars. Dogs on chains whine and bark. And neighbor disputes arise over trees blocking ocean views and the feeding of feral cats. 

Some island dogs - not belonging to my neighbors!

 Not so fun, these things.

 

But, I thought one day as I slammed shut my bedroom window in a vain attempt to block out the grinding of a neighbor’s power saw, what a marvelous premise for a murder mystery!

 

What would happen if the resident of a tight-knit street in little Hilo town ended up dead in a highly suspicious manner? And what if he’d been having disputes—from the serious to the petty—with many of his neighbors in the months leading up to his death? And to add an additional local element to the story, what if I set it within a neighborhood orchid society? Because we all know how competitive hobbies like orchid growing can be.

 

Thus was born Murder, Local Style, book three in my Orchid Isle mystery series (yes, another reason for the orchids) set on the magnificent Big Island of Hawai‘i.

 

Mind you, this is not a critique of Hilo. Quite the opposite. In setting this series on Hawai‘i Island, my biggest desire (in addition to crafting a compelling mystery story) was to bring to readers a picture of what the place is truly like—not for tourists, but for those who actually live here. 

My beautiful neighborhood

 

“Local style” is a phrase commonly heard in Hawai‘i, and means something that is typical of the way people do things in the islands. Kicking off your rubber slippahs and leaving them scattered about the front porch, eating Spam musubi for lunch, and throwing the “shaka” to say “thank you” or “hey!” are all examples of local style. The phrase signifies casual comfort, sharing food, and respecting local culture. And since this new book is set in Valerie and Kristen’s small neighborhood in Hilo and concerns the relationships between (and disputes among) the people who live there, Murder, Local Style seemed the perfect title for the story.

 

So, if anything, this is a love letter to my adopted town. For in the end (no spoiler here; this is after all a cozy mystery), we see how a small community in distress can come together to bring a killer to justice and restore order to their beloved neighborhood.

 

And yes, there’s plenty of beautiful Hawaiian culture, delicious food, and aloha spirit along the way! 

Hilo Farmers' Market


Readers: For a chance to win a signed copy of Murder, Local Style, answer this question: Do you live in a close-knit neighborhood, and if so, are there disputes between the residents? (Sorry, US only.) 

 

About Murder, Local Style:

It’s been an eventful transition, but retired caterer Valerie Corbin and her wife Kristen are finally settling into life on the Big Island of Hawai’i. Val’s even joined the neighborhood orchid society to make some new friends. So when she’s asked to step in to cater their latest social event, as the newbie of the group she can’t exactly say no.

But what should have been a straightforward gig is soon a dining disaster when the food from the event poisons and kills the society president. As Val herself becomes a suspect in the murder investigation, she’s determined to uncover the truth. Who would want to kill the mild-mannered president of the orchid society? Turns out the list is longer than a celebrity chef's tasting menu. Apparently some of the residents did not “love thy neighbor.” Can she reveal the killer’s identity before they strike again?

 

Bio: Leslie Karst is the Agatha, Lefty, and Macavity Award-nominated author of the Orchid Isle Mysteries, the Sally Solari culinary mysteries, and the memoir, “Justice is Served: A Tale of Scallops, the Law,and Cooking for RBG.” When not writing, you’ll find her cooking, cycling, gardening, and observing cocktail hour promptly at five o’clock. Leslie and her wife and their Jack Russell mix split their time between Hilo, Hawai‘i and Santa Cruz, California.