One Cup Of Flour Two Cups Of Murder (Winnona Peaks Mysteries Book 2) Read Online Free
Author: Emily Page
it.”
“Oh wow! Maybe she got a ride with someone else?” Gregory said. “So, you must be the pistol the judges have been talking about, “Gregory pointed at Vanessa as he changes the subject.
“What do you mean?” Vanessa asked. Christy looked grateful to be off the hook. “How would you know?”
Gregory held up the coffee cups. “You hear quite a bit when you sell coffee where there are about a million doughnuts, cookies, and pastries popping out in a day.”
“Well, what are they saying?”
“Oh, how there’s this pistol of a redhead that has Nanette Wilson ready to tear her hair out.”
“Well, I wouldn’t have had to make her tear her hair out if Lily would have shown up.” Vanessa countered.
“Oh, don’t worry about it. From what I hear from the other judges, Nanette always picks someone to chew on at each contest. Sounds like this time it was you,” Gregory stated with a witty tone. He decided that since his dork meter was already at code red, be might as go all in. Gulping, he asked Christy, “So I haven’t been able to give you that free cup of coffee since you have not come down to my shop. I was hoping you could compare it to your famous French Roast and give me some pointers.” He offered a weak smile that Christy didn’t return.
Vanessa saved her again. “Oh, Christy’s been helping me quite a bit down at the bakery. Between Alfie’s and the Pâtisserie, I’m surprised she’s even standing up.” Christy finally gave him a brief nod and smiled to agree with her sister.
Gregory tried to laugh it off and shrug. “Well Christy, when you get a chance, try to stop by,” he said, clumsily dumping the cups he was holding onto the ground, trying to make a smooth getaway.
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” Christy said, bending down to help him pick them up.
“Oh, don’t worry about it. I’m just a klutz today.” They both had a brief laugh and pretty soon all the cups were back in his arms. “Well, see you around.” He waved as the sisters kept walking toward their car. As he watched them walk away, all Gregory could do was shake his head at himself and mumble, “Me too. I’m sorry, too, Christy.”
Vanessa gave Christy a big shoulder bump and whispered in her ear, “What is wrong with you? He still cares, go for it Christie!”
Chapter 5
Anna Cobbler had done well for the first round. With loose, espresso-colored curls covering her head, chocolate brown eyes, and pleasantly plump rear-end, she was the hit of the baking contest; well, that and her croissants. Going the extra mile for the local butter from Greenspan’s Organic Farm and Dairy paid off this time. Anna smiled to herself as she admired the first place ribbon before placing it in a box of ingredients and heading toward the exit. It was getting late and the sky was a gentle shade of purple with the sun almost behind the horizon.
She enjoyed the competition. Out of all the contestants, the judges narrowed down the semi-finalists to a panel of eight bakers. The first round was a bit of a free for all since each baker was allowed to bake whatever he or she wanted. The problem with that was one year you might get a judge that loved your specialty and the next year you a judge might only liked obscure American pastries from the Civil War era. Anna was just lucky that she knew Nanette Wilson had a soft spot for anything that sounded French.
The next round would be harder because everyone had to bake cookies. To make matters worse, the bakers had to come up with double and triple batches of the recipe because some were for the people going to the fair and some were for the judges. Nobody would come out and say it, but the judges would watch the reaction of the crowd getting the free samples during the day and gauge a baker based on a pleased crowd. Anna was happy that her croissants edged out Vanessa
“Oh wow! Maybe she got a ride with someone else?” Gregory said. “So, you must be the pistol the judges have been talking about, “Gregory pointed at Vanessa as he changes the subject.
“What do you mean?” Vanessa asked. Christy looked grateful to be off the hook. “How would you know?”
Gregory held up the coffee cups. “You hear quite a bit when you sell coffee where there are about a million doughnuts, cookies, and pastries popping out in a day.”
“Well, what are they saying?”
“Oh, how there’s this pistol of a redhead that has Nanette Wilson ready to tear her hair out.”
“Well, I wouldn’t have had to make her tear her hair out if Lily would have shown up.” Vanessa countered.
“Oh, don’t worry about it. From what I hear from the other judges, Nanette always picks someone to chew on at each contest. Sounds like this time it was you,” Gregory stated with a witty tone. He decided that since his dork meter was already at code red, be might as go all in. Gulping, he asked Christy, “So I haven’t been able to give you that free cup of coffee since you have not come down to my shop. I was hoping you could compare it to your famous French Roast and give me some pointers.” He offered a weak smile that Christy didn’t return.
Vanessa saved her again. “Oh, Christy’s been helping me quite a bit down at the bakery. Between Alfie’s and the Pâtisserie, I’m surprised she’s even standing up.” Christy finally gave him a brief nod and smiled to agree with her sister.
Gregory tried to laugh it off and shrug. “Well Christy, when you get a chance, try to stop by,” he said, clumsily dumping the cups he was holding onto the ground, trying to make a smooth getaway.
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” Christy said, bending down to help him pick them up.
“Oh, don’t worry about it. I’m just a klutz today.” They both had a brief laugh and pretty soon all the cups were back in his arms. “Well, see you around.” He waved as the sisters kept walking toward their car. As he watched them walk away, all Gregory could do was shake his head at himself and mumble, “Me too. I’m sorry, too, Christy.”
Vanessa gave Christy a big shoulder bump and whispered in her ear, “What is wrong with you? He still cares, go for it Christie!”
Chapter 5
Anna Cobbler had done well for the first round. With loose, espresso-colored curls covering her head, chocolate brown eyes, and pleasantly plump rear-end, she was the hit of the baking contest; well, that and her croissants. Going the extra mile for the local butter from Greenspan’s Organic Farm and Dairy paid off this time. Anna smiled to herself as she admired the first place ribbon before placing it in a box of ingredients and heading toward the exit. It was getting late and the sky was a gentle shade of purple with the sun almost behind the horizon.
She enjoyed the competition. Out of all the contestants, the judges narrowed down the semi-finalists to a panel of eight bakers. The first round was a bit of a free for all since each baker was allowed to bake whatever he or she wanted. The problem with that was one year you might get a judge that loved your specialty and the next year you a judge might only liked obscure American pastries from the Civil War era. Anna was just lucky that she knew Nanette Wilson had a soft spot for anything that sounded French.
The next round would be harder because everyone had to bake cookies. To make matters worse, the bakers had to come up with double and triple batches of the recipe because some were for the people going to the fair and some were for the judges. Nobody would come out and say it, but the judges would watch the reaction of the crowd getting the free samples during the day and gauge a baker based on a pleased crowd. Anna was happy that her croissants edged out Vanessa
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