Uh-oh, it looks like your Internet Explorer is out of date.

For a better shopping experience, please upgrade now.

Eat, Drink and Be Buried (Gourmet Detective Series #6)

Eat, Drink and Be Buried (Gourmet Detective Series #6)

4.0 2
by Peter King

See All Formats & Editions

When the world's finest restaurateurs need assistance, they know they can rely on the Gourmet Detective's discriminating palate to get the job done. After a family of eccentrically dysfunctional British aristocrats hires the sleuth to design a menu for their medieval-theme castle resort, he anticipates a great opportunity to explore a forgotten but nonetheless


When the world's finest restaurateurs need assistance, they know they can rely on the Gourmet Detective's discriminating palate to get the job done. After a family of eccentrically dysfunctional British aristocrats hires the sleuth to design a menu for their medieval-theme castle resort, he anticipates a great opportunity to explore a forgotten but nonetheless mouth-watering cuisine. A cake walk? Maybe not, but with the bloodshed of the Middle Ages centuries past, it should at least be safe . . .

Wrong again. Exploring new variations on succulent recipes for fresh venison with traditional frumenty-a pudding made from wholewheat grains, chopped almonds, egg yolk and saffron-the discerning sleuth finds himself the prime suspect in a murder investigation! It seems that a professional joust re-enactor's goose was cooked after he finished one of the investigator's feasts, and authorities have determined the cause of death: poisoning. To make matters worse, the dead actor had stood in at the last minute for the scion of the infighting noble family . . . had the poison been meant for him? And why would someone want to kill him?

Before he can answer these questions, the intrepid Gourmet Detective will have to dodge stray arrows, escape a flooding dungeon, avoid the authorities' suspicion, and nab the crooks-all while finding a way to get four-and-twenty live blackbirds under the crust of a pot-pie already filled with chicken, bacon, mushrooms, raisins, and cloves. Can the Gourmet Detective solve the crime, save his skin, and design an authentic assortment of medieval Europe's most prized delicacies in the meantime?

One way or the other, it won't be a banquet.

Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
"Tantalizing descriptions of food [and ] robust wit."—Publishers Weekly

"This appealing detective serves up nuggets of culinary trivia and wry foodies humor. King...keeps the well-spiced plot bubbling along. "—People

"The Gourmet Detective is...a delight. [The series] provides terrific writing, characters tat come to life on the page, and wonderful information on gourmet cooking and the food industry."—Stuart Kaminsky, author of A Fatal Glass of Beer and A Bullet for a Star

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
A surfeit of menu descriptions, both medieval and modern, an overloaded plot and a large cast of characters can't disguise the essential thinness of this sixth book in King's Gourmet Detective series (after 2000's A Healthy Place to Die). King's nameless "food-finder" narrator is hired to prepare medieval banquets for guests who pay to watch jousting, deer hunting and even a battle at Harlington Castle, a 16th-century English manor house now staging "Medieval Days" pageants. The novel opens with a vivid joust in which one participant appears to be beheaded. Soon after one combatant dies of poisoning, the food-finder once again turns private detective. At the behest of Lord Gerald Harlington, he spends several long days at the manor and in London, investigating too many Harlington family members and food purveyors, all of whom are suspect. Among the more memorable are an insufferably snobbish Harlington cousin, Neville Woodward; Gontier, the castle's resentful chef; and Sir Gerald's flirtatious daughters, Angela and Felicity. Unfortunately, rather than develop his characters, the author tends simply to repeat their roles and identities. A rousing final scene in the castle's dungeon takes us back to the Middle Ages, where this convoluted adventure began. Like other books in the series, this one has an appealing jacket design, which may fool some readers into thinking they're getting more than the literary equivalent of fast food. (June 1) Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
The Gourmet Detective (he scouts out rare food ingredients), hired to advise some British aristocrats on meals at their medieval-themed castle, winds up as the prime suspect in a murder by poison. Naturally, he then sleuths in order to place blame where it belongs. Wit, charm, and humor add spice to the latest in the series. Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.

Product Details

St. Martin's Press
Publication date:
Gourmet Detective Series , #6
Edition description:
First Edition
Product dimensions:
4.16(w) x 6.80(h) x 0.67(d)

Read an Excerpt

Chapter One

The two eyed one another, warily, like tigers before a fight. Silence hung heavily all around them, disturbed only by a faint metallic clink. The hushed ambiance bristled with bloodthirsty anticipation, prickling like sweat on a muggy day.

    There was no movement except for the flags, dazzling in scarlet, black, and gold. They whipped languidly against their posts.

    The first sound came like trumpets, shrill and clear, as sharply authoritative as barked parade ground orders. The two stirred, getting positioned, oriented, lining up like sharpshooters on a target.

    The quiet that followed was like a great blanket of snow, then the trumpet notes slashed out again but sounding different this time. The two erupted into motion.

    Slowly at first, then gaining momentum, they raced toward each other, faster and faster, hurtling forward like projectiles.

    Sound swelled up from every corner now. Voices urged on the two, strident and screeching, many infused with a lust for blood. Every eye was intent on the combatants, gleaming with expectancy. Fists shook in encouragement, arms waved wildly.

    The ground began to shake and the roar of the crowd swelled. The clanking and snorting could hardly be heard over the noise of the spectators. The combatants rushed toward each other at dazzling speed, metal juggernauts on a collision course that could end only in death and disaster.

* * *

Harlington Castle had begun to stage its "Medieval Days" about ten years earlier. First it had been banquets, then the jousts and the tournaments were added and were an immediate success. The accouterments of the Middle Ages followed—the fairs, the animals, the village with its glassblowers and blacksmiths, its potters and weavers, the wandering minstrels, the jugglers and stilt walkers, the midgets and the dwarf.

    The castle itself was the last feature to be brought from the sixteenth century to the twenty-first century. The music room rang once more with the notes of the clavichord and the cembalo, the harp and the cremona. The kitchens were equipped with every modern device, but the appearance of older times was maintained. As for the meals the kitchens produced ... that was where I came in.

    I am a food-finder. I locate hard-to-find food ingredients, I track down rare herbs and spices, and seek out substitutes for foods that have become expensive or unobtainable. A newspaper columnist wrote an article on me and dubbed me "The Gourmet Detective." The only detecting I did was in the kitchen, the herb garden, and the delicatessen—at least, that was how it was supposed to be. The fabric of life is inextricably interwoven with food and cooking, however, and now and then I would find myself embroiled in cases that led to theft, trickery, and even murder.

    Another of my activities which I particularly enjoy is that I am often called upon to advise on meals to suit special occasions. In this case, the occasion was the Middle Ages. Initially, Harlington Castle had served fairly simple meals that reflected the comparatively simple times. Roast baron of beef, roast chicken, potatoes, and everyday vegetables like peas and carrots had comprised the bill of fare.

    A change had to be made when portions of the castle were restored to provide accommodation. In many European countries, old manorhouses, monasteries, and abbeys had been converted into pleasant hotels that still had the feeling of tradition and a few crumbling walls for confirming effect. Some of these had become havens of good food and sophisticated cooking.

    Harlington Castle now provided charming and spacious rooms furnished with antiques, tapestries, and carpets, but still incorporating every modern convenience. Such accommodation, they decided, required food of a comparative quality, and they determined to offer the same quality in the banquet room as they did in the castle dining room.

    So the chicken and the beef had to go, in their more primitive forms anyway. I had been called upon to review the menu and strike the right compromise between tasty, sophisticated food and medieval dishes. I had had the same kind of commission at other castles and stately homes. It was an enjoyable way of spending a few days in an unusual environment while being paid for it at the same time.

    I had arrived here at the castle in the late afternoon, and after dinner, I had been invited to watch the jousting tournament. It was an exciting spectacle. The brilliant colored flags were now being stirred by some internal mechanism and fluttered bravely as if in a stiff breeze. The magnificent horses snorted and stamped, shaking their gaily decorated manes with pride.

    The crowd was thoroughly into the whole thing, shouting and yelling, on their feet as the knights closed in, lances leveled, the horses' hooves thundering and kicking up clods of earth. The lance of the Black Knight—he was the combatant receiving all the boos—missed the helmet of Sir Harry Mountmarchant by inches as the two roared by each other. Sir Harry's lance hit a glancing blow on the side of his opponent's breast armor and the crowd bellowed approval.

    The perfectly trained mounts skidded to a standstill, haunches down, hooves churning deep furrows—must be a lot of work for gardeners here, I thought. They turned and stood for a moment, puffing clouds of steam (how did they do that? I wondered). Sir Harry flipped up his visor and looked around for support. It was unnecessary: the crowd was with him one hundred percent. The Black Knight jabbed his lance into the air furiously and the crowd jeered. I presumed that was the medieval equivalent of the digital gesture of derision, deplorably popular in modern sport.

    The trumpets chopped the air, clean, sweet sounds calming the crowd's frenzy and alerting the jousting knights into readiness. The horses, superb actors and beautifully rehearsed, pawed the ground, dipped their plumed manes as if eager to engage the enemy, then stood motionless, waiting for the signal.

    It was only seconds but it apparently seemed like minutes to the hushed crowd. Just as impatience was about to set in, the trumpets blared, and amid a roar from the assembly, the two riders rocketed their steeds into action. Again, the metallic figures raced at each other and this time both scored hits. Sir Harry half-fell from his saddle; the crowd "ooh'd" loudly until he regained his position with a lithe swing.

    Twice more, the spectacle was repeated, until with a shivering crash, Sir Harry hit the Black Knight full on the chest armor and knocked him off his steed. It trotted away and the Black Knight climbed unsteadily to his feet. Cheers of approval went up as the valiant Sir Harry—no man to take advantage of an unhorsed opponent—slid from his saddle and approached the Black Knight, drawing his long broadsword.

    The Black Knight looked as if he had recovered now. He drew his own weapon and the two huge swords clashed, with a noise that was amplified electronically amid a shower of glittering sparks, probably generated chemically.

    Sir Harry Mountmarchant took a mighty swing, but his opponent ducked and moved, looking for an opportunity. He feinted from the right, then swung backhanded, and a groan of agony came from Sir Harry, cleverly orchestrated by the loudspeakers. He recovered quickly, though, and fought on bravely.

    The end came when the Black Knight started a side blow which he switched to an overhead slash. It bounced off Sir Harry's big shoulder guard, whereupon the black-clad villain treacherously pulled a hidden dagger from his belt and attempted to plunge it into Sir Harry's midriff.

    This was a move highly unpopular with the partisan crowd, but their fears were unfounded. Sir Harry clamped a hand firmly on the hand holding the blade, pushed the other back, then aimed a prodigious swing of his broadsword at the other's neck.

    The clash of metal on metal rang throughout the arena. The Black Knight was rooted to the spot and Sir Harry's blow was powerful and unerring. A crunching, skin-tingling sound could be heard and the shouts from the crowd faded almost instantly as the glittering blade severed the neck of the helmet completely.

    Moans of horror trickled into the air and hundreds of eyes watched in helpless fascination. The helmet bounced on the grass and rolled away, leaving a trail of blood behind it.

    It finally came to rest upside down, exposing a grisly, gory tangle of flesh that still dripped, running over the black metal and soaking into the soil.

Excerpted from Eat, Drink, and Be Buried by Peter King. Copyright © 2001 by Peter King. Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

Customer Reviews

Average Review:

Post to your social network


Most Helpful Customer Reviews

See all customer reviews

Eat, Drink, and Be Buried 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 2 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Started with the first in the series, liked them so much read all of them. Learned lots about food and wine.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I say all the Gournet Detective series are extremely enjoyable. What draws me to them is the descriptions of all the different foods that are served. I'm excited I found the whole collection on Amazon for $.99!