Cooking Up Trouble (Angie Amalfi Series #3) [NOOK Book]

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Chef Angie Amalfi can't wait to take off from the city for a week to help devise a delicious vegetarian menu for a lovely new B&B in scenic northern California. The not-yet-open-for-business Hill Haven Inn will be the perfect place to take her budding romance with her homicide detective boyfriend Paavo to the next level! But the situation awaiting them turns out to be less than ideal—with battling investors, rumors of ghosts, cold drafts, a leaky roof . . . and an owner whose idea of haute cuisine might be ...

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Cooking Up Trouble (Angie Amalfi Series #3)

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Chef Angie Amalfi can't wait to take off from the city for a week to help devise a delicious vegetarian menu for a lovely new B&B in scenic northern California. The not-yet-open-for-business Hill Haven Inn will be the perfect place to take her budding romance with her homicide detective boyfriend Paavo to the next level! But the situation awaiting them turns out to be less than ideal—with battling investors, rumors of ghosts, cold drafts, a leaky roof . . . and an owner whose idea of haute cuisine might be acceptable for farm animals. And when a furious rainstorm traps everyone inside, it becomes painfully apparent that there's a murderer among them . . . and that the only recipe being concocted in the Hill Haven kitchen is one for disaster. But Angie's determined to solve the case and salvage her romantic getaway . . . or die trying!

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780062191168
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 12/20/2011
  • Series: Angie Amalfi Series , #3
  • Sold by: HARPERCOLLINS
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 108,293
  • File size: 323 KB

Meet the Author

Joanne Pence was born and raised in San Francisco. A graduate of U.C. Berkeley with a master's degree in journalism, Joanne has taught school in Japan, written for magazines, and worked for the federal government. She now lives in Idaho with her family, which includes a multitude of pets.

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Cooking up Trouble


By Joanne Pence

HarperCollins Publishers, Inc.

Copyright ©2006 Joanne Pence
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0061082007

Chapter One

"I wouldn't feed this swill to my cat!" Martin Bayman announced.

Angelina Amalfi watched the older, gray-haired man stand, throw his napkin on his plate, and storm from Hill Haven Inn's dining room.

The lentil-soybean cutlets were not a hit.

Angie had to agree with Bayman. The cats she knew would have tried to bury them.

"Some people are so insecure, they have to make a big deal out of everything." Disgust dripped from Finley Tay's voice. Tay was the owner of the inn and would be its head cook when it opened to the public in another three weeks. In his midforties, he was a gaunt man with thinning brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, a long, angular face, small eyes, and sharp, jutting cheekbones. He was also Angie s new boss. "Eat up, Miss Ainaffi," he commanded cheerfully.

"Oh, I will." She cut a bite-size piece from one of the patties. "This is so interesting. I've never heard of making cutlets with beans. I mean, they're usually made out of meat."

Finley Tay's fork froze in midair. The four-letter word she'd just uttered brought a look of shock to his face and a gasp to his lips.

"Delicious," Angie lied, stuffing the forkful of cutlet into her mouth. It was better than the foot she currently had in it.

Maybe her new jobwasn't going to be such a piece of cake after all. From the time she first spoke to Finley Tay over the telephone, she should have known the job he described was too good to be true.

He had told her he was opening an inn in an elegant Victorian mansion built in the 1870s by a man who'd amassed a fortune in the goldfields. It stood atop the windswept cliffs of a secluded promontory overlooking the rugged northern California coastline. Everything in it would be of the finest quality. To go with this setting, he was looking for a student of fine foods to assist him in developing a series of menus for gourmet dining.

Angie wanted this job. The setting had decided her, as visions leapfrogged from Manderley to Wuthering Heights. She could easily imagine herself in such a place, even if Finley Tay, charming though he was on the phone, was unlikely to be a Max de Winter or a Heathcliff.

The only minor proviso, Finley said, was that the food must be vegetarian.

This gave her pause. But only for a moment. She was a student of cordon bleu cooking, so how much of a problem could a vegetarian menu be? Nothing a spicy imagination couldn't solve.

"Your job offer sounds like a wonderful opportunity," Angie had replied. A wonderful opportunity to add to a résumé sorely in need of a current entry. She was out of work. Again.

There was a second even more minor proviso, Finley added. Rather than a salary, she must be willing to receive room and board at the inn for a week, since he was strapped by opening-day expenses. She asked for room and board for two.

He agreed so readily, she was almost sorry she hadn't asked for more. He sounded ecstatic to have her, as if her cooking skills were the answer to his most heartfelt dreams.

Gleefully, she took the job.

After two weeks of reading every book about vegetarian cooking she could get her hands on, and talking to every chef she knew who had ever worked in a vegetarian restaurant, she had arrived at the small, windswept airport near the town of Hayesville.

As she stood off to the side of the runway, her bags at her feet where the copilot left them, she saw a man awkwardly heading her way. Long, skinny legs stepped over rain puddles, and pointy elbows flapped, giving him the appearance of an overgrown flamingo.

"Hello, Mr. Tay," she said, holding out her hand. "I'm Angelina Amalfi."

"Right, right." Without shaking her hand, he scooped up all three of her bags. "Got to hurry, Miss Amalfi. Storm's coming."

She had to run to keep up with him. "Is the inn far?"

He stopped in front of a battered \TW van that sported gingham curtains, a crumbling GET OUT OF VIETNAM bumper sticker, and a faded peace symbol. "Hop right in."

She stared at the vehicle, a definite relic of the sixties. 'They just don't make vans like they used to," she said.

Finley ignored her comment as he tossed the bags behind the front seats, climbed in, and then faced her for the first time. "I should explain to you, Miss Amalfi, that I create the perfect balance of foods at each meal."

"That's important." She smoothed the front-seat upholstery over a bare spring, then got in beside him. "I always try to do the same thing. To begin each dinner with a small but elegantly arranged appetizer as the first course, let's say warm boiwhées or cold arnuse-gueule -- "

"Food needs to be soft, easy to digest, and yet centered in simplicity, without nonessentials." He scarcely waited until she was settled before he tore out of the parking area. The van rocked precariously at each turn.

"Pardon me?" She must not have heard right over the roar of the engine.

"What we eat," Finley said, "must not impede our spiritual journey. It must not arouse the baser passions that deny us enlightenment."

Baser passions? Enlightenment? She forced her mouth to remain shut. Being slack-jawed made one look so foolish. She searched for something to say. "Enlightenment is important when eating," she murmured. "I hate heavy meals myself. As I was saying to my good friend, Chef Raymond DuTuoille of Greengrocera -- a true master of vegetarian cooking, as I'm sure you know --

"No. I pay no attention to those who choose to make names for themselves in this world."

She retreated into silence, trying to remember the alleged pluses of this new job. Finley Tay did not appear to be one of them.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 30, 2012

    A fun read

    The books in this series are a marriage of murder mystery and romance novels. The books average 200 to 250 pages and are just plain fun to read. The characters are fun and yet interesting enough to keep you invested in them and looking forward to the next book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 6, 2006

    The Partridge Slurped a Pear Veggies Beware!

    ¿`I wouldn¿t feed this swill to my cat!¿ Martin Bayman announced... The lentil-soybean cutlets were not a hit.¿ ¿ Quote from Joanne Pence¿s pen poofing life into her newly green world. This 3rd book-in-series started out with a (metaphoric) bang, highlighting the captivating dud of soybean cutlets saute-tested for the menu of an out-of-the-way Inn to die in. I¿m hopeless when it comes to taste-bud-uptake-inhibitors (like serotonin-uptake-inhibitors for which Prozac did the Pandora¿s Box thingy?). If you abbreviate this title, CUT, you get a reference to ¿cutlets.¿ Is synchronicity cooking here? Yeah, but the cutlet was meatless, until Angie waved her wooden-spoon-wand. Angie¿s open-minded skepticism of metaphysical gurus was humorously warming, and the setting of the Inn in a Gothically remote, at-risk location was mysteriously inviting. As usual in Pence¿s repertoire, fictional residents were well-rooted into emotional complexity. I don¿t know how she does this repeatedly with new and old characters, but many of her plot people have enough comedic appeal to border on being cartoon-ish buffoons, and yet they¿re fleshed out enough to skip off the pages. As a collective of unique individuals, these guys based in the real world, beyond the edges of phony, overdone, underdone, or irritating. What I love about these characterizations of boney but off-beat personas is Pence¿s generous need to hand out realistic redemption on as many pages as possible, after and while spotlighting juicy dark sides with just enough balsamic dimming to prevent the comedy from bubbling the plot out of its heady, roiling stew. While I allow myself to freely enjoy whatever flavor calls to me at the moment, from beef to beets to borage, I can savor gourmet veggie, and Pence gave a good bite of that. In the conclusion, munching metaphorically, the savory-spiced Partridge had a pear stuffed stylishly in its mouth, and, while green, orange & gold ground-gems were ultimately elevated with class, no vegetables were spared.

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