Chapters (36)
- Books by Joanne Fluke
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-one
- Chapter Twenty-two
- Chapter Twenty-three
- Chapter Twenty-four
- Chapter Twenty-five
- Chapter Twenty-six
- Chapter Twenty-seven
- Chapter Twenty-eight
- BLACKBERRY PIE MURDER RECIPE INDEX
- Baking Conversion Chart
- A Letter From Joanne Fluke
- Copyright Page
What could she do with the cranberries? Hannah thought for a minute. Of course she could always make a batch of Boggles. She had all the ingredients including the oatmeal right here in her pantry. But she’d baked three batches of Boggles today and she didn’t feel like baking them again. What other dessert used sweetened dried cranberries? She could use the cranberries in Imperial Cereal, but she didn’t have enough dry cereal for that. And Imperial Cereal was more of a snack than a dessert. Her third choice was Cranberry Scones, but those weren’t a dessert either.
“Whoa!” Hannah breathed as she visualized a beautiful lacy cookie with sweetened dried cranberries and white chocolate chips. She could do it! She’d use her recipe for Christmas Lace Cookies as a guide and go from there. It was fun to come up with a new cookie and Hannah was smiling as she walked to the living room to print out the recipe on her home computer.
Once she’d printed the recipe for her Christmas Lace Cookies, she carried the paper back to the kitchen. If the cookies turned out as well as she thought they would, they’d add them to the menu at The Cookie Jar. And that meant she had to come up with a descriptive and catchy cookie name. She didn’t want to use the word lace in the name. That was unique to their Christmas Lace Cookies.
“Airy Berry Cookies?” Hannah asked herself out loud as she assembled the ingredients on the kitchen counter. Yes, that cookie name was perfect. Now all she had to do was mix up and bake the cookies to see if they were good and the name actually fit. She was about to start mixing the cookie dough when the phone on the kitchen wall rang.
Hannah made a beeline for the phone and lifted the receiver. “Hello?” she answered the call.
“I’m glad I caught you, dear. You’re not going to leave to go out to eat or anything, are you?”
“No, Mother,” Hannah said, squelching the uncharitable urge to groan. It wasn’t that she didn’t like talking to her mother. She enjoyed their conversations. It was just that Delores could keep her on the phone for what seemed like hours on end and she had cookies to bake before Norman arrived.
“Good! Doc asked me to call. He needs to talk to you, Hannah. He says it’s very important and it’ll only take a minute or two.”
“Okay. Put Doc on the phone.”
“No, dear. Doc needs to talk to you in person. We’ll be leaving the hospital immediately and we’ll drive right out. I just didn’t want you to leave before we got there.”