A Catered Thanksgiving (Mystery with Recipes Series #7)

A Catered Thanksgiving (Mystery with Recipes Series #7)

by Isis Crawford

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ISBN-13: 9780758273703
Publisher: Kensington
Publication date: 11/01/2011
Series: Mystery with Recipes Series , #7
Sold by: Penguin Random House Publisher Services
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 320
Sales rank: 12,728
File size: 1 MB

About the Author

Isis Crawford was born in Egypt to parents who were in the diplomatic corps. When she was five, her family returned to the States, where her mother opened a restaurant in Upper Westchester County and her father became a university professor. Since then Isis has combined her parents’ love of food and travel by running a catering service as well as penning numerous travel-related articles about places ranging from Omsk to Paraguay. Married, with twin boys, she presently resides in Hastings-on-Hudson, New York, where she is working on the next Bernie and Libby culinary mystery. Readers can visit her website at www.isiscrawford.com.

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A CATERED THANKSGIVING

A Mystery with Recipes
By ISIS CRAWFORD

KENSINGTON BOOKS

Copyright © 2010 Isis Crawford
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-7582-4738-4


Chapter One

Sean Simmons peeked out of the kitchen door into his daughters' shop, A Little Taste of Heaven. They were definitely over their occupancy limit. The space between the front door and the counter was jammed with so many people waiting to pick up their orders that a line was beginning to form out the shop door. The counter people, Googie, Amber, and the new hire, were working at light speed, but they couldn't keep up with the crush. The day before Thanksgiving was always crazy, but this one, Sean decided, outdid all the others.

Ever since A Little Taste of Heaven had gotten a one-line mention in the New York Times food section lauding their pies, the shop's phone had been ringing off the hook. Naturally everyone wanted one thing. Pies. You'd think that Westchester didn't have any other bakeries. His daughters, Libby and Bernie, had been baking around the clock, and they still had 150 orders to finish before the end of the day. They both looked exhausted, but they weren't going to be able to catch a breather, because they had to cater the Fields' Thanksgiving dinner the following day. Now, that was a bad idea on several levels, if you asked him, which no one had. It was probably just as well that he was going to his sister's, Sean reflected as he leaned against the door frame to give himself a little extra support.

That way Bernie and Libby could come home from the Field house and collapse, instead of having to take care of him. Not that they had to-he could always eat a bowl of cereal for dinner-but they would never allow that to happen, especially not on Thanksgiving.

As he looked at the people milling in front of the counter, Sean felt bad that he couldn't help out. Back in the old days, he'd always pitched in when his wife, Rose, was swamped, but now he was just thankful that he could walk around with a cane, instead of being confined to a wheelchair. Standing for long periods of time was out. And he couldn't even mix up the fillings or peel the apples. His hands weren't steady enough for that.

Basically, he was useless for anything other than giving advice and counting and banding the money. God, when he was younger, he could practically leap tall buildings with a single bound, and look at him now. Who would have thought he would have ended up like this?

No, the best thing he could do right now was stay out of his daughters' way, Sean thought as he took a bite of the pumpkin walnut scone he'd lifted off the baking sheet. The scone was perfect. It had a good crumb and just the right amount of sweetness, which was balanced by the tang of ginger and the seductive taste of Vietnamese cinnamon. He took a sip of his coffee.

His girls were the best bakers he knew. They didn't cut corners, and they used only the freshest ingredients-just like their mother had. Their pie crusts were made with butter; their pumpkin pie filling was made from sugar pumpkins, which they baked instead of boiled to get maximum flavor; their apple pies were made from a mix of Cortlands, Northern Spys, and Crispins; and they ordered their spices online to make sure they weren't stale.

This year the girls had not only made their own mince-meat, but they'd reintroduced an old holiday favorite-nesserole pie, the recipe for which Libby had found in one of his wife Rose's recipe books. There was no canned anything in any of their pies. It was an expensive way to do things, but judging from the mob scene outside, people were willing to pay the price-even in economic hard times like these-for quality.

"Your mother would be proud of you," Sean told Libby and Bernie as they came up behind him.

"She probably would have had something to say about the mincemeat," Bernie said. "I substituted applejack for brandy."

Sean laughed and brushed a few scone crumbs off of his shirt. He was dressed for Florida in khaki pants, a white knit shirt, and sneakers. "I'm sure she'd understand, Bernie."

"I'm not," Bernie said. Her mother had been a stickler for following recipes to the letter, whereas she tended to take a more free-form approach to baking.

"Well, she wouldn't be able to argue with the sales figures," Sean pointed out. It seemed to him as if the shop was going to have its best day ever. "So you must be doing something right." He looked at his watch. "Marvin will be here to take me to the airport in ten minutes."

Libby gave Sean a hug. "I wish you weren't going."

Sean patted his daughter on the shoulder. "I'll be back on Saturday."

Libby bit her lip. "It'll just feel weird not having you here for Thanksgiving."

"But you're catering the Fields' dinner, anyway," Sean told her.

"Which we wouldn't be doing if you were going to be here," Bernie pointed out.

In her mind, Thanksgiving dinner was sacrosanct. It was a law their mom had enforced, and Libby and Bernie had continued that tradition. Except for this year. This year their dad was going to visit his sister down in Florida. Bernie and Libby had been invited as well, but they'd had to decline since from now until after New Year's was one of their busiest times of the year and they couldn't just take off, even though by now both women would have liked nothing more.

Sean sighed. "I couldn't very well say no, could I?"

Bernie retied her apron strings. "Why not? You haven't seen Martha in twenty-nine years. What's another three months?"

Sean gave her "the look." Which Bernie ignored. As per usual. It had worked with his men. It had worked with the guys he'd arrested. It had never worked with his daughters or his wife.

"Well, it's true," Bernie reiterated, putting her hands on her hips. "She calls and you go running."

"Flying, actually."

"Not funny, Dad." Bernie tapped her fingernails against her pant leg. "I just don't see why we can't all go down to Orlando ..."

"Sarasota ..."

"Whatever ... in February."

"Because Martha invited us for now," Sean said.

"What happened between you two, anyway?" Libby asked before her sister could say anything else. The last thing she wanted was for Bernie and her dad to have a fight before he left. "Why did you guys stop speaking to one another?"

"To be honest, I don't even remember anymore," Sean lied. In his opinion, not everything was for sharing.

Bernie favored her dad with an appraising look. "Why do I so not believe that?" she said.

Sean was going to tell her that was what happened when you got old-your memory failed-when Brandon, Bernie's boyfriend, walked through the door.

"Evening, Mr. S," he said as he gave Bernie a hug. "All ready for Florida, I see."

"That I am," Sean said.

"Don't worry. Marvin and I will keep an eye on things when you're gone," Brandon assured him.

Bernie put her hands on her hips. "We don't need anyone to keep an eye on anything, thank you very much."

"Sure you do. Isn't that right, Mr. S?"

"Absolutely, Brandon," Sean said. "Appreciate it."

"Listen," Bernie began, but she didn't finish, because at that moment Marvin pulled up in his Volvo.

Brandon grabbed Sean's suitcase, and they all trooped out to the car. Marvin already had the trunk open. Brandon stowed the suitcase while Sean hugged Bernie and Libby and got in the car. Sean rolled the window down.

"I'm counting on you," Sean told Brandon.

"Don't worry about a thing," Brandon told him.

"I always worry. That's what I do," Sean replied as Marvin pulled away from the curb.

Bernie turned to Brandon. "Keep an eye on things?" she said when Marvin had turned the corner. "What was that about?"

Brandon grinned. "It made him feel better, so what's the harm?"

"I guess you're right," Bernie said.

"I'm always right," Brandon said.

Bernie turned and punched him in the arm.

"That hurt," Brandon complained.

Now it was Bernie's turn to grin. "It was supposed to."

Chapter Two

"Poor Marvin," Libby said, once she and Bernie were back in the shop. She was thinking of Marvin driving with her dad. "We should have taken Dad to the airport. That way we could have spared Marvin an hour and a half of hell." Her dad was a notorious backseat driver.

"We can't take Dad." Bernie indicated the line in front of the counter. "We have one hundred and fifty more orders to finish up. Marvin will survive. He always does. Besides, he likes Dad. Don't ask me why, but he does. And then if we took Dad, he couldn't smoke, because we're not supposed to know that he smokes, and he's going to want to because he's nervous about the flight."

"How could he think we wouldn't know?" Libby asked. "I can smell it on his clothes, for heaven's sake."

Bernie shrugged. She'd thought the same thing when she'd started smoking at eighteen. Her mother, however, had quickly banished that notion.

"Anyway, he shouldn't be smoking," Libby said.

"Are you going to tell him not to, sister dear?"

Libby snorted. "No."

"Well, neither am I."

The sisters walked back into the kitchen. It was cold and damp outside, and they could feel the late autumn chill through their clothes.

"Forget the smoking thing," Libby said. "It just feels wrong not to see Dad off."

Bernie rolled her eyes. "He's only going to Florida, for heaven's sake. He'll be back on Saturday."

Libby glared at her sister. She was tired and irritable and not in the mood for attitude. "That's not the point. The point is he needs help."

Bernie bent over, picked an apple peel off the floor, and put it in the trash. "Marvin will help him."

"I realize that." Libby paused to take a piece of chocolate out of the pocket of her flannel shirt, unwrap it, and pop it into her mouth. "But we should be doing it."

"Maybe, but I think Dad actually prefers Marvin's help, even though Marvin's driving makes him crazy," Bernie observed as she went over to the sink and washed her hands.

"But why?" Libby asked.

Bernie shut off the water and wiped her hands on a paper towel. "Because he doesn't want us to see him needing help if we don't have to. It humiliates him."

"Maybe," Libby replied. She finished her chocolate and reached in her pocket for another piece. "But what if that storm they're predicting hits? What if he's stuck someplace? What then?"

Bernie brushed a stray wisp of hair off her forehead. "He'll manage. He always does."

"How can you be sure?"

"I can't, okay? But he's going, so let it alone. For heaven's sake, you sound like Mom," Bernie pointed out.

Libby bridled herself. "No, I don't."

"Yes, you do. You're a worrier, just like she was." Bernie went over and gave her sister a quick hug. "It'll be okay, Libby," she said. "It'll all work out. You'll see."

"I suppose," Libby conceded.

"No, definitely," Bernie reiterated. "If I didn't think he could make the trip on his own, I never would have let him go. However, we are going to be in trouble if we don't finish up those pies. Now, that I can guarantee." By Bernie's count they had sixty apple, twenty-five apple-cranberry, fifty pumpkin, eight mincemeat, and five nesserole pies to finish up. She flexed her fingers to work the cramps out. "You know," she said to Libby, "if I never see another pie, it won't be too soon for me."

Libby sighed. Her back was aching from bending over the table, and her feet hurt from standing. "You say that every Thanksgiving."

"But it's never been like this. We're going to have to take on an extra baker if it's like this next year. It's amazing what one line in the Times can do."

"Why did they have to mention our pies?" Libby lamented. "Why couldn't they have mentioned our cheesecakes instead? Those are so much easier to make, not to mention so much more profitable."

"This is true," Bernie said.

A while back she had added in their labor costs to the pear-and-almond tart that they made, and the results had been so dismaying that she'd never done it again with similar products.

Libby stifled a yawn. She'd been up since four in the morning, and they weren't even halfway through the day yet. "I mean, we make a great pumpkin cheesecake, and we've only had four orders for those."

"Maybe next year," Bernie said, looking at the mound of apples waiting to be prepped. "Yes, why can't people have something else for dessert?" she mused. "Something like a pumpkin mousse, or a sweet potato torte, or an assortment of cookies and chocolate, or an ice cream cake, or some sort of pudding? If I had time to sleep, I'd dream about pies."

"Or at least have one pie and a cheesecake," Libby said, taking up the conversation where she'd left off as she started ladling pumpkin pie filling into the shells she'd made earlier. "All I know is that I'm going to have carpal tunnel syndrome if this keeps up, not to mention a bad back and flat feet."

"All I know," Bernie said, "is that I'm going to fall asleep on my feet."

Libby stopped ladling and went to put the water on to boil so she could make a fresh pot of coffee. "The only saving grace is that the Fields' dinner is going to be relatively easy to do and then we've got Friday off."

Bernie sighed. "And they're eating at five, so we can get a little bit of sleep before we have to be there. We could be there even later if we could cook the turkey here," Bernie observed.

Libby shrugged her shoulders. "What can I say? They wanted the smell of the bird cooking. One of the brothers ..."

"Perceval ..."

"They both look the same to me...."

"Perceval is the one with the comb-over and the jowls...."

"Fine. Perceval said, and I quote, 'The aroma of the roasting bird was one of his favorite parts of the holiday.'"

Bernie put down her paring knife. "I wonder if they have a spray with that scent on the market. I bet they do."

"It's probably called Holiday," Libby said, beginning to measure out the coffee. "Or Pilgrim's Progress."

"They didn't eat turkey the first Thanksgiving. That came later."

"Well, in any case we should dress warm," Libby said, changing the subject because she wasn't in the mood to listen to a history lesson at the moment.

"Believe me, I will...."

"Because I am," Libby said.

"You always do. I think you support the flannel industry."

"Ha. Ha. Ha."

Bernie started on another apple. "I bet it's fifty degrees in that place."

Libby laughed. "At the most. Old man Field could afford to heat that place, if he wanted to."

"I believe the salient words are 'if he wanted to.' How can anyone be that cheap?" Bernie asked, having heard Marvin's story last night at RJ's about Monty Field not wanting to pay for an extra large casket for his wife.

Libby shrugged. Her mom had been frugal, but certainly nothing like Field. "It's a sickness."

"Personally, I think it's a lack of generosity, which is entirely different." Bernie peeled two more apples, cored them, sliced them into eighths, and dropped them in a bowl of acidulated water before continuing. "Maybe it doesn't run in the family. His brothers are spending a fair chunk of change with us," she continued.

"And they have given us some leeway menu-wise," Libby pointed out.

"Thank God." Bernie waved her paring knife in the air to emphasize her point. "But not enough."

"Thanksgiving menus are always traditional."

Bernie wrinkled up her nose. "Some traditions should be dispensed with. Like marshmallow and sweet potato casserole. Yuck."

"Be happy they don't want something like cocktail franks and grape jelly," Libby said.

"You're kidding, right?"

Libby shook her head. "I read that in one of Mom's old food magazines."

"That's beyond disgusting."

"Maybe it's not," Libby said, even though she shared Bernie's opinion on the matter.

"Why are you trying to pick a fight?" Bernie asked.

"Am not," Libby replied.

"Are too," Bernie said, lapsing into her childhood singsong voice.

"No. I'm not. It's just that you don't need to be such a snob," Libby told her.

"In food, I don't think that's such a bad thing, and anyway, you know you are, too," Bernie retorted. "What did I hear you say about using canned pie fillings yesterday? That they're an abomination?"

"I said that they were inedible."

"Same thing," Bernie pointed out.

"Not really," Libby said as she got ready to roll out the next batch of pie crusts.

"Of course it is," Bernie said.

Libby looked at her and stuck out her tongue. Bernie laughed and the moment of tension was over.

"I'm just tired," Libby explained.

Bernie rubbed her hands again. "Me too."

The two women went back to work. They could hear the hubbub of the crowd out front over the strains of Simon and Garfunkel coming from Bernie's iPod. For some reason, these days Libby liked cooking to them. Maybe because she found their music soothing and she had an abiding belief that food always tasted better when you weren't rushed making it. Food, like people, needed attention to bring out its best.

(Continues...)



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A Catered Thanksgiving 3.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 25 reviews.
Michelle1948 More than 1 year ago
I just wrote a review for "A catered Valentine's Day" in which I stated that I was very disappointed in the storyline. Well - I can say that "A catered thanksgiving" was a complete 180 for me. This book was enjoyable, fast paced, great characters and the ending was not what i was expecting ...it had a great twist in plot at the end! I would recommend this book!! It was fun !!
Danielp584 on LibraryThing 8 months ago
This was an Early Reviewers Book.I like cozy mysteries but I usually have a problem with the themed ones (i.e. A Dog Lovers Mystery, A Candle Shop Mystery) as they tend to be very contrived while trying to work within their framework. This was no exception. While the murder set up was clever, it was completely impractical for us to believe the murderer pulled off the rigging of the turkey in such a short amount of time. Also, in this day and age the "snowed in" version of the manor house mystery just rings false. There is no way the police wouldn't respond to a report of a murder, snow storm or not. The ending was a complete surprise, so great job there but I do agree that some of the deceptions were cheating just a little bit. This wasn't a terrible book by any stretch, but just not for me.
julyso on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Bernie and Libby Simmons are catering a Thanksgiving meal for Monty Field and his family. Things start off bad when the ladies get snowed in and get worse when Monty gets his head blown off in the oven while checking on the turkey. The family doesn't get along, argue all the time, and are generally irritating. Bernie and Libby are on the case...who killed Monty? Was it for money? Or was it for another reason? They think someone in the family did it, the family blames them. They must solve the murder, clear their names, and get home!Sorry to say this, but there wasn't a lot I loved about this book. I didn't really like or enjoy any of the characters. All of them were quite irritating, even Bernie and Libby. The story was slow and I had a hard time finishing this book. I usually love cozy mysteries, but this one? Not so much:(
libri_amor on LibraryThing 8 months ago
More history comes to light in the latest adventure of the sisters -- Dad is out of town visiting the sister he hasn't talked to in years. As can be expected a 'simple' catering job gets a 'little complicated' -- snow storms, exploding turkeys - even the Homeland Security Immigration folks play a role in this episode of the "Little Taste of Heaven" Simmons sisters' adventures. After a full pre thanksgiving pie baking marathon, due to a one line blurb in the NY Times, all that remains is a small catered dinner for the dysfunctional Field family. The sisters end up in (as expected) less than ideal situations and without Dad's 'help - interference?' manage to unravel the various accusations and situations 'just in time' to save their skins as usual.
MissWoodhouse1816 on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Cute little mystery- nothing too different or surprising, but decently written and once you get into the book, quite gripping. I did really enjoy the Agatha Christie-type suspense of a snow bound house party where one of the members is a murderer. However, some of the narrative techniques and red herrings that the author tried to employ were just too threadbare to come off effectively. In the end though, it is a nice, clean, few hours of reading entertainment that I would not feel qualms about recommending to anyone.
aardvark2 on LibraryThing 8 months ago
I started this book a while back and abandoned it after the fourth chapter. I found the dialogue short, choppy, and dull. There seemed to be a lot of unnecessary chit-chat that didn¿t move the story along, and there were long descriptions of food and cooking that were unimportant to the plot. Characters seem undeveloped and uninteresting. I was surprised to see that this was the seventh book in a series, given what I found to be inferior writing. A couple of months later I decided to give it another try, hoping I would find my previous assessment incorrect¿nope, I forced myself through ten chapters before once again abandoning it.
merggy on LibraryThing 8 months ago
I started this book right away and didnt pick it up for a while. It was not that great. I found the conversations with the sisters 'noisy' they chattered instead of having a conversation. There were recipes included in the book and 3 of them were for stuffing. They catered a Thanksgiving dinner and had many dishes to serve but the author only chose to include recipes of stuffing which was very disappointing because some of the other dishes sounded interesting. I would not recommend this book.
Allie64 on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Pretty good mystery!! I love these type of books!! A little plain..but enjoyed!
mldg on LibraryThing 8 months ago
This is the first Isis Crawford book that I have read. It was a typical locked room mystery. Actually, sisters Bernie and Libby become snowbound on an estate where they are catering Thanksgiving dinner. When the family patriarch is murdered the accusations start. It seems everyone has a motive. It's up to the sisters to figure out who dun it before the police get there.I thought I had it figured out a third of the way through the book. I was wrong. Lots of face paced dialogue. Interesting twists. Only three recipes, and they didn't excite me.
drebbles on LibraryThing 8 months ago
When their father decides to visit his long estranged sister in Florida for Thanksgiving, Bernie and Libby Simmons decide to earn some extra money by catering a Thanksgiving meal for Monty Field and his family. It won't be easy - Monty is notoriously stingy and his family doesn't exactly get along, but things turn out much worse than expected when Monty is murdered and the Field family accuses Bernie and Libby of doing the killing. To add to the problem, all are trapped at the mansion because of a major snow storm. Bernie and Libby have no choice - they must solve the murder and clear their names before the killer strikes again.For the most part, ¿A Catered Thanksgiving¿ is a nicely done cozy mystery. While there are plenty of mysteries dealing with caterers, author Isis Crawford puts a fresh spin on it by having the mystery focus around two sisters. In many ways Bernie and Libby are complete opposites and this aspect not only adds depth to the book and their characters but helps them solve mysteries. The plot is Agatha Christie-like with the group being stranded by the snow and the Field family - all of whom care more about money than they do Monty - could easily fit into a Christie novel. I have to say the murder weapon was one of the more unique ones I've come across in a cozy mystery. There are plenty of red herrings in the novel (some of which cheat a bit) that that will keep readers guessing who the killer is. My one complaint about the book is that because this is the seventh book in the series, Crawford seems to assume that readers know the backgrounds of the characters. As a newcomer to the series I felt a bit lost at times and would have liked more information on how Libby and Bernie's mother died; what exactly is wrong with Sean; why he feuded with his sister (his reunion with her seems to be merely a plot device to get him out of the way); who Isis is; and so much more.¿A Catered Thanksgiving¿ has a few flaws but for the most part is a nicely done cozy mystery.
nlb1050 on LibraryThing 8 months ago
I received this book thru LibraryThing. This is the first book by Iris Crawford that I have read.For me this book started out slow but did get better. I thought there was too much of the arguing amongst the characters, though I did like the two main characters. The reveal of who the killer was not what I expected.I will read another book by this author to see if this is her normal style or just in this book. At this point I am not sure if I can easily recommend this book to people that I do not know.
Booklady123 on LibraryThing 8 months ago
This is the first book I have read by Crawford. Though it is books seven in her culinary mystery series, Crawford has created a story that can easily stand on it's own. Though I hope to go back and read the other six books, I did not feel lost in this story by not having read the previous books.I have to be honest and say that I hated the Field family. I think that was Crawford's intent. None of them were likable characters, making it easy to suspect them all of murder. At times the banter between Bernie and Libby was a little irritating - sort of like being on the outside looking in - which is how it sometimes is with really close siblings. I found the plot to be rather like an Agatha Christie novel. (I love Agatha Christie) and I'm pleased to say that I was caught off guard by who turned out to be the killer. It was a quick read, one that I finished in a day.Culinary mysteries are very popular right now. While I would not rate A Catered Thanksgiving among the top culinary mysteries, I did find it an enjoyable enough read that I will read other books in the series.
Readanon on LibraryThing 8 months ago
This was a fairly interesting story. The mystery was entertaining, though I guessed the killer fairly early on. The sisters struck me as being overly snobbish about every aspect of food, but I enjoyed the recipes. I didn't especially like the fact that all the family members in the Field house were constantly arguing and they all seemed to hate each other. As I've said before, this seems to be a current trend, but it is not one I like very much. I'll have to read something else by this author to see if it is a recurring theme in her books. If it isn't, I might really enjoy one of her other mysteries.
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This one you can skip.
Prydwen805 More than 1 year ago
Dull characters, no tension, really tedious. I'm kind of amazed by the positive reviews on this (they got me to spend my hard-earned money on it), but not as much as I am astonished that even Kensington would publish it. I don't recall ever reading a book before where I thought there was TOO MUCH dialogue!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I stopped reading about halfway through.
tafoot1 More than 1 year ago
Should have been more recipes. Many more food items were mentioned in the novel than appeared at the end as recipes. And for a Thanksgiving novel, well, you just expect lots of food ideas, right?
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A_Very_Merry_Shakespeare More than 1 year ago
As a fan of the "Catered mystery series," I not only look forward to another great story when these appear on the market, but I also look forward to the original recipes that are included in these books. Being dedicated to Thanksgiving, (the ultimate savory holiday), this new novel had my mouth watering before I even opened the cover. We are back with Bernie and Libby - the fantastic sisters who own A Little Taste of Heaven catering company. They're still as witty, charming, and talented as they have been in other stories, and their business has grown by leaps and bounds. They had no idea that with only a one-line mention in the New York Times about how fantastic their pies were, that there would be lines out the door this day before Thanksgiving, and that they would still be working on filling over 150 orders before the day was over. Their father, Sean, has decided to go visit his sister for Thanksgiving in Florida. He hasn't spoken with her in twenty-nine years, but he really wants to get out of his daughters' way so that they can concentrate on the catering job they have to do for Thanksgiving Day. They have been hired by the Field family - a wealthy bunch who made all their money in fireworks - to serve them a feast they won't soon forget. And, boy.was that an understatement. On Thanksgiving morning the sky opens up and a blizzard begins to take over their town. As Bernie and Libby load up their van and try desperately to get through the snow, they barely make it to the Field's "compound." Inside, they meet up with a variety of family members including: Lexus - the young, blonde trophy wife of the patriarch, Monty Field - who is constantly complaining because she thought she'd be dripping in diamonds and furs by now; Ralph and Perceval, Monty's two brothers who, literally, can't stand their brother but know that if they don't show up for the Thanksgiving dinner they might be cut out of his will; Geoff - Monty's grandson; and, Melissa, Monty's daughter from his first marriage who is slightly overweight, despises Lexus, and works as a nurse in the local E.R. When readers first meet this family, they're sitting in a room that is no more than fifty degrees, on furniture that looks like it belongs to a hobo living on the street, wondering why Monty Field is so unbelievably cheap and ornery. There isn't one of his family members who don't wish that he would simply drop dead so that they could split the forty million dollar art collection and turn the heat up before they freeze to death. When the caterers arrive, they begin to set up the feast for the family. When Monty Field appears in the kitchen to check the turkey in the oven, Bernie and Libby watch in fear and amazement as the roasting bird explodes in Monty's face.literally. Now there are family members pointing fingers at every other member of the family accusing them of murder. Secrets begin to surface about a divorce in the works that would've left Lexus penniless - to a takeover of the company that Monty hadn't told his brothers about. There is no shortage of suspects, and Libby and Bernie need to solve this puzzle before the police arrive and haul them off to jail for bringing the deadly poultry into Monty Field's home. Just like the Murder She Wrote series, and the best that Agatha Christie had to offer, these books are extremely fun "who-dun-its" with great action, well-written puzzles, and dialogue a reader will not soon forget. - Amy Lignor
harstan More than 1 year ago
They have opposite personalities but Bernie and Libby are sisters who are also good friends while running a catering business A Little Taste of Heaven in Westchester, New York. There latest job is catering a Thanksgiving dinner at the Field Mansion; for Monty, his two children (Melissa and George), his brothers (Perceval and Ralph) and his wife Lexus as well as Geoff, Bob and Pauline. They all must be on their best behavior or Marley will cut them out of his will. While the sisters cook the turkey, Marley walks in and taps the bird until the timer pops up and blows his head to smithereens. Someone placed a mini-bomb in the turkey connected to the pop-up and everyone knew Marley always tapped on the bird. His death was obviously a premeditated murder. Libby and Bernie prefer to leave because most of the people there have motives to kill the victim. However, a blizzard trapped them. Not wanting to feel useless, the siblings do what they do second best (after cooking): investigate a murder. The latest Isis Crawford amateur sleuth is a holiday treat because of the two hilarious sisters who argue, fuss and detect while debating what to do next. Bernie is a kick butt in your face while Libby is a girly girl, but both are brave and together form a yin and yang terrific sleuthing team. The case is interesting as the victim was a control freak who uses money to make his family obey his whims and those who fall out of favor fall out of the will. Even from the grave, his presence is felt all over this fine Thanksgiving whodunit. Harriet Klausner