Murder At The Blue Plate Café (A Blue Plate Café Mystery) - Plot & Excerpts
She appeared at seven one Thursday morning, while I was kneading dough for buns, and announced she was there to learn to cook. “After all, if I’m going to have a B & B and serve breakfast, I need to know how to do it.” I used a gloved hand to push back the hair that had escaped my hair net. “Donna, this isn’t a good time. Besides, you’re going to want quiches, and breakfast casseroles, and the kind of thing we don’t make here. We’re just eggs and bacon and pancakes and potatoes…and sticky buns.” I went back to kneading. “Well, I think I need to know the basics.” I stared at her. “Well, surely you know how to cook eggs and bacon and pancakes.” She shrugged. “Well, maybe. The kids don’t like my pancakes. They’d rather go to McDonald’s in Canton, but that’s a bit of a drive for breakfast.” I looked at Benny. “Okay. Can you teach her about eggs and bacon and sausage and potatoes?” He gave me a goofy grin, as if to ask who needs teaching about these things, but he said, “No problem.”
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