“That figures.” Lisa got up to bus their coffee cups, but she turned back for one more comment. “I’m glad Herb doesn’t have a membership out there. I trust him completely, but I’d still wonder if the BowFlex machine was the main attraction.”

Hannah laughed. Marriage had been good for Lisa. Before she’d teamed up with Herb, Lisa had been shy, easily embarrassed, and a very private person. Now that she was happily married, she was much more open about her feelings, and she’d gained enough self-confidence to say what she thought. She still blushed at the drop of a hat, but Hannah found that trait endearing.

“I almost forgot,” Hannah said, gesturing to the box she’d placed on the kitchen counter. “I found Lisa Colleene’s recipe for Mini Cheeseburger Cookies. Norman and I made some last night. They’re in that box if you want to take a look.”

Lisa hurried over to the box and lifted the lid. She stared down in silence for a moment, and when she turned back to Hannah, there was a huge smile on her face. “They’re just darling!” she said.

“I think so too. That’s why I saved the photo and the recipe.”

“I can try one, can’t I?”

“Of course. They’re just two different kinds of store-bought cookies held in place with buttercream frosting.”

Lisa popped a cookie into her mouth and chewed. Then she nodded and swallowed. “You’re right. It’s not the taste that’s so special. It’s the fact they look like cheeseburgers. The kids at the party will just love these, but I think we’ll have to double Mrs. Janowski’s order. They’re pretty small.”

“Good idea,” Hannah said, and then she started to frown. “Don’t double the price again, though.”

Lisa laughed. “I won’t. But I might just have to point out what wonderful value she’s getting for her money.”

Hannah studied the recipe Lisa had found for Emmy Herman’s cream puffs. It seemed to be simple enough, and she wondered why she’d never tried to make cream puffs before. There were only five ingredients in the puff part, and she had plenty of water, butter, salt, flour, and eggs.

It didn’t take long to mix up the first batch. Hannah spooned them onto parchment paper, the way it said to do in the recipe, and popped them into a four-hundred-degree oven. In less time than it took her to refill the display cookie jars they kept behind the counter in the coffee shop, her first-ever batch of cream puffs was ready to come out of the oven.