Chapters (41)
- Cover
- CREAM PUFF MURDER
- Books by Joanne Fluke
- CREAM PUFF MURDER
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments:
- Contents
- 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
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Index of Recipes
- Baking Conversion Chart
- Copyright
“I see it!” Norman said, leaning in with the flashlight and shining it on the wall near the floor. “There’s the loose board I told you about when I fished out his duck’s foot. The Big Guy’s got a nice little entrance to the broom closet back there. But there’s nothing on the floor. What’s he doing with his food?”
“Putting it back in the bag?” Hannah guessed, looking inside the bag. “It didn’t occur to me before, but I haven’t bought any cat food since Mike gave me the Kitty Valet. This bag should be just about gone by now, but it’s still three-quarters full.”
“You’re right! He’s putting it back in the bag!” Michelle sounded absolutely astonished.
“That’s the only logical conclusion. He eats what he wants and then he puts the rest back where it came from.”
Andrea laughed. “He eats and then he puts away the leftovers. That’s so cute.”
“If you’ve got a hammer and nails I’ll fix that board right now,” Norman offered.
Hannah was about to say yes, when she reconsidered. “Thanks, but I don’t think I want it fixed. Moishe’s playing a game with his new feeder. It keeps him occupied, it’s not hurting anything, and he seems to enjoy it. I’ll just let him do it for a while, at least until he finds something else to intrigue him.”
“I think you’re probably wise,” Norman said.
Andrea nodded. “Me, too.”
“If you keep him from his game, he’s just going to find another one,” Michelle said, “and maybe it’ll be more destructive.”
“One mystery solved,” Hannah said, heading for the coffeepot for a second cup. “Let’s go watch another tape from the mall and see if it’ll shed any light on the second mystery we have to solve.”
LOIS BROWN’S LEMON COOKIES
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F., rack in the middle position.
1/2 cup softened butter (1 stick, 1/4 pound)
3/4 cup white (granulated) sugar
1 egg, beaten (just whip it up in a glass with a fork)
1 Tablespoon lemon zest***
2 teaspoons lemon juice
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/4 teaspoon baking soda
1/4 teaspoon salt
12/3 cups flour (pack it down in the cup when you measure it)
1/2 cup milk (I used whole milk)
Topping:
1/4 cup lemon juice
3/4 cup white (granulated) sugar
Hannah’s 1st Note: These cookies are wonderfully lemony and quite tart. You may want to sprinkle them with powdered sugar before you serve them to those who like them sweeter.
Beat the butter and the sugar together until they’re light and fluffy.
Add the beaten egg, lemon zest, and lemon juice. Mix it all up together.
Mix in the baking powder, baking soda, and salt. Mix well.
Mix in half of the flour and half of the milk. That’s approximately a cup of flour and a quarter cup of milk. (You don’t have to be exact—just eyeball it.)