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Although food writer and dilettante chef Angie Amalfi is ready to start thinking about cutting a wedding cake with her delectable homicide detective boyfriend Paavo Smith, Paavo's got other things on his mind?mainly, the grisly murder of two San Francisco women. While he combs the city for clues to the brutal slayings, Angie begins a quest of her own: searching for a little gem of a restaurant for a magazine review. She discovers three grumpy old men who make a mean marinara, but seem to know nothing about how to...
Although food writer and dilettante chef Angie Amalfi is ready to start thinking about cutting a wedding cake with her delectable homicide detective boyfriend Paavo Smith, Paavo's got other things on his mind—mainly, the grisly murder of two San Francisco women. While he combs the city for clues to the brutal slayings, Angie begins a quest of her own: searching for a little gem of a restaurant for a magazine review. She discovers three grumpy old men who make a mean marinara, but seem to know nothing about how to run a business. At least not a culinary business. As Angie deals with the diamond-in-the-rough eatery and her sisters' unwelcome wedding advice, Paavo's inquiry points to Angie as next on the killer's hit list. The ever-game Ms. Amalfi takes off her oven mitts to join the investigation. But Angie's leaping head first into the stewpot for sure—because a murderer with a vendetta is more than willing to give one nosy chef her lethal just desserts.
Posted March 6, 2006
Lots of t¿ings to t¿ink about in this novel. Love, love, love the geriatric cons and their accented dialogue. Pence¿s Angie books have shoved out of my keyboard words like ¿favorite¿ ¿most¿ and ¿best.¿ Each time I read another of her novels everything is so superb and supreme, I feel like I¿m burping the trite & cliche because I run out of superlatives. This time, I¿m forced to toss any effort to spout super syntax in my raving. COOKING MOST DEADLY has literally gone too far out on several limbs with an enormous variety of high quality reading appeals, especially to my entertainment escape needs, my raison d¿etre (reason for being) within the pages of a novel. When I picked up this novel (# 4 in the series), I had already read IF COOKS COULD KILL (# 10), so I knew that Angie would develop a friendship with the geriatric ex-cons, and I had already vicariously dined in their restaurant, Wings of an Angel. Instead of this prior plot knowledge spoiling my read of CMD, it enhanced the panache. I was overwhelmingly curious to see exactly how the relationship between Angie and these three grumpy old guys would go from Angie being an unwelcome first ¿customer¿ in a ¿restaurant¿ which was not, and which had no name and no menu, almost no cook. The plot, as it worked the expansion of the restaurant (from ¿open¿ to open), as it developed the relationships centering around the cafe, kidnaped my involvement better than any other evolving situation in this series. I suppose I have a weakness for any type of failure being regenerated into the warmest, coziest type of success, especially for people and their places which have long been stuck in the upset underbelly of the opposite of utopia. The slapstick scenes in the café were some of the funniest I¿ve read, anywhere. In sharp, effective contrast, Pence is amazingly adept with the development of the dregs of psychotic personalities (the killer in this one), as well as the zapping to life the most endearing of funny guys (the ex-con, geriatric trilogy, pseudo restraunt owners). Is Angie busy enough trying to find the perfect restaurant to review for her article for Haute Cuisine? Nooooo. She¿s also busy ¿getting to know¿ the serial killer, up close and personal. This strange ¿relationship¿ development is realistic, chilling, and captivating. Only Angie¿s character could believably bring out this unusual insight into this type of killer¿s mind and personality. With all this, we have a secret ingredient, TOO? Yep. Who doesn¿t love one version of this ingredient, and hate the other, both with capital letters required. Even with that clue, I wouldn¿t have guessed it. This food item may be a closet craving for even the most snobbish of gourmands (including me).Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted May 23, 2013
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