A Recipe for Robbery [NOOK Book]

Overview

Lemonade.

Corn dogs.

Strawberry shortcake.

Veggies?

The Bloomsberry Cucumber Festival is under way, and Lindy plans to avoid all vegetables, as usual. But then she ends up with a plateful of Granny Goose's slimy, disgusting stewed ...

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A Recipe for Robbery

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Overview

Lemonade.

Corn dogs.

Strawberry shortcake.

Veggies?

The Bloomsberry Cucumber Festival is under way, and Lindy plans to avoid all vegetables, as usual. But then she ends up with a plateful of Granny Goose's slimy, disgusting stewed cucumbers.

And a mystery.

How did a valuable stolen locket end up buried in cucumber sludge?

Granny Goose is a wacky lady, but Lindy knows she'd never steal from anyone. So, with best friend Margaret and know-it-all Gus Kinnard, Lindy sets out to find out who's behind the frame-up.

Can the threesome work together? And can they untangle the mess of clues fast enough to save Granny Goose—and collect a hefty reward?

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Editorial Reviews

School Library Journal
Gr 4-6–When Lindy, 11, gets stuck having to eat a dish prepared by Mrs. Unger, aka Granny Goose, at the annual Bloomsberry Cucumber Festival, she finds a ruby-encrusted locket in the concoction. The item is one of the many heirlooms Mrs. Grimstone reported stolen from her home earlier in the week. Lindy seriously doubts that Granny is the thief. The woman cares little for material goods and spends most of her time rescuing and looking after animals, especially her goose. Lindy, her friend Margaret, and their classmate Gus set out to solve the mystery and hopefully nab the $5000 reward. The novel is full of likable characters and fun twists and turns. The plot moves quickly, and Kelsey writes with wit and verve. An enjoyable addition to the genre.–Beth Cuddy, Seward Elementary School, Auburn, NY
Kirkus Reviews
At the annual Bloomsbury Cucumber Festival, ten-year-old Lindy Lou Phillips is trying to avoid eating a plate of Granny Goose's disgusting-looking stewed cucumbers when she unearths a gold locket from the goop. Lindy's friend Margaret and newcomer Gus inform her that heirloom jewelry worth thousands was recently stolen from the snobby Grimstone family home. Could the animal-loving, dotty old Granny Goose be the culprit, or is she being framed by Francois, the flamboyant chef, or Leonard, the Grimstones' sullen gardener? Using a strategy laid out by NSCCB ("The Not So Clueless Crime Busters"), the trio set out to solve the case. The story moves along at a good clip, narrated by Lindy with plenty of folksy humor. Though the plot revolves around finding the thief, the added drama of Lindy's jealousy over Margaret's friendship with Gus is just right for the intended audience. The real star here is Pickles the Goose, whose fondness for shiny objects eventually leads the trio to the real thief. This fast-paced, funny mystery is top-notch summer reading. (Mystery. 8-12)
Children's Literature - Sarah Knight
In Bloomsberry, Florida, the cucumber capital of the world, sixth grader Lindy Lou Phillips finds adventure. The mystery begins at the Bloomsberry Cucumber Festival where, with fellow band friends Margaret and Gus, Lindy finds a stolen locket in the cucumber sauce. The three friends become entwined in solving the mystery of stolen heirloom jewelry and thwarting an evil attempt to frame a loving, yet goofy member of the community. When they learn she is being accused of theft, Lindy, Margaret and Gus set out to save the reputation of Mrs. Evelyn Unger (a.k.a. Granny Goose) who selflessly takes care of all of the stray animals in town. Acting as detectives (and hoping to receive some of the reward money), the three friends try to determine who stole the gemstones from the wealthiest family in Bloomsberry. They join the NSCCB: the-not-so-clueless-crime-buster online club. Using detective skills derived from the online club and some skills from on-the-job training, they eventually solve the robbery, restore Granny Goose's reputation, return the jewels, and receive the reward money. Humorous and quirky, this is a unique mystery story that young readers are sure to enjoy. Reviewer: Sarah Knight
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780061858451
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 4/28/2009
  • Sold by: HARPERCOLLINS
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 288
  • Age range: 8 - 12 Years
  • File size: 373 KB

Meet the Author

Marybeth Kelsey is the author of Tracking Daddy Down. She has worked as a telephone operator, a hospital nurse, a scriptwriter, and a jewelry maker. She lives with her family in Bloomington, Indiana.

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A Recipe for Robbery

Chapter One

Veggie-licious . . . (Not)

"Yuck!" I nudged my best friend, Margaret, and pointed to a bowl on the serving table in front of us. Long, wrinkled greenish things were floating in some kind of thick sauce.

Margaret's eyes widened. "What is that stuff?"

I lifted the lid for a better look. A glob of sauce oozed down the side of the bowl and onto the tablecloth. It looked like a mixture of curdled milk and motor oil.

"It's something one of the Tarts made," I whispered. That's my mom's cooking club—the Bloomsberry Tarts, to be exact. It's named for our little town of Bloomsberry, Florida, also known as the Cucumber Capital of the World.

Every June the Tarts help organize the Bloomsberry Cucumber Festival in honor of our local vegetable and fruit farmers. The club's members whip up gobs of veggie dishes for the big event, and some of them even dress in vegetable costumes and ride in the Main Street parade—like my mom. An hour ago, she'd been the carrot riding on my dad's fire truck. Dad and my six-year-old-brother, Henry, had been on the truck with her, dressed like beets.

Up until this year I'd always played along.

"You ready to become a radish, Lindy?" my dad had asked earlier that morning. He'd just come out of the bathroom, and his hands were dark red from the gel he'd used to color his and Henry's hair. "Your mom has the costume ready."

I'd stared at him for a couple of seconds, tongue-tied. I didn't want to make my dad feel bad, but I'd been plotting for a while on how to get out of this family tradition. "Uh, well, Margaret and I werekind of planning to, um—"

"Lindy says it's dumb to dress up like vegetables," Henry called from the bathroom. "She's not gonna do it this year. She says you and Mom will have to tie her up and drag her with you before she—"

"Those were not my exact words," I'd said. "And how come you were eavesdropping on my private phone conversation, anyway?"

Dad just laughed. "It's okay, kiddo. Guess you've finally outgrown the costume thing, huh?" He'd been right about that. No other sixth grader in Bloomsberry (that I knew of, anyway) wanted to ride the Sizzler in a smothering hot radish costume.

After watching the parade and checking out the midway rides, all Margaret and I had in mind was finding the perfect lunch: corn dogs, french fries, and strawberry shortcake. But those lines were already a mile long, so we'd decided to cruise the main food tent to see what else looked good. That's how we'd ended up at the Tarts' serving table; it was the only one without a line. My mom had even made a giant sign that said, Free! Veggie-licious Treats From Our Tarts to Your Hearts, but so far only a few people had trickled over to check it out.

Margaret leaned toward the motor oil casserole. She pinched her nose and glanced back up at me. Her eyes were crossed. "Oh, gross. It's sour cream. Quick! Put the lid back on."

I should've taken her advice. Instead, I stuck my face within an inch of the muck. So close I could count the peppercorns on top of it. Whew. I nearly passed out.

"Hey, I know what this is," I said. "It's cream of alien fingers, sautéed over worms and—"

"Go ahead!" boomed a woman's voice from behind us. "Try some of it, girls."

I spun around, nearly swallowing my tonsils as a two-hundred-pound cucumber shoved her way through a couple of Tarts and a farmer-looking guy and barreled toward me. A fat, long-necked goose waddled at her heels. I knew right away this particular cucumber was Mrs. Evelyn Unger, the wacky old lady who lives near our school and collects more stray animals than Barbie has bikinis. It's because of the pet goose she's always got tagging along that we kids call her Granny Goose.

Before I had a chance to get away, Granny Goose took a ladle and dumped three heaping mounds of the stuff on my plate. We're talking a Mount Everest of mushy crud.

"These are my swamp-dilly-scrumptious stewed cucumbers," she said, grinning at me. "That sauce bubbled in my Crock-Pot all night long. It's one of my best recipes. Pickles here adores it. Don't you, love?" She tugged at the leash in her hand, and her goose honked.

Then she leaned toward me, dropping her voice like we were undercover FBI agents working a top secret case. "But I want human opinions, if you know what I mean. I can't really trust a goose, for goodness' sake." She thumped me on the back and hooted with laughter before going on. "Listen up. I'm entering this recipe in the Florida Fruit and Vegetable Cook-off, and I need to know if all my ingredients complement the cucumbers. So after you eat it, give it to me straight, honey. Is it too heavy on the mushroom paste?"

Mushroom paste? Whoa. I had to swallow twice to keep my breakfast of Fruity Bears from crawling back up my throat. I turned to Margaret for help, but she wasn't standing beside me anymore. She'd already moved to the far end of the table and was helping herself to some mashed potatoes.

I squirmed under Granny Goose's smiling gaze, secretly plotting what I could do with her cucumbers. Just when I decided to accidentally trip and spill them all, I noticed my mother—otherwise known as Miss Perfect Manners—standing on the other side of the serving table with Henry. I groaned. Mom still had on her carrot costume, and the steely gleam in her eyes warned me she was totally into this vegetable thing.

I really couldn't risk making my mom mad, because I planned on begging her for something huge later that evening. So I took a deep breath and smiled at Granny Goose. "Er . . . thank you very much, Mrs. Unger. This sure does look interesting. I'll let you know about the mushroom paste."

"Yes, and it smells delightful," Mom said.

A Recipe for Robbery. Copyright © by Marybeth Kelsey. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 27, 2013

    Great book.  Fun read

    Great book.  Fun read

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    Posted February 2, 2013

    Awesome

    Nice book i persoaly love this book relly kind of like my life

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 9, 2011

    boring!?!???!!!?!

    i have not read this book yet and i can tell by just looking at what other people said, i dont want to waste my money on a book that somebody says YAWN to!!!!

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  • Posted January 14, 2011

    yawn

    just looking at itmakes me remember back to the time in fifth grade, when we had to read bernie mcgruder

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