Double Fudge Brownie Murder (Hannah Swensen series Book 18) (17 page)

“Good for you, but that won’t work for me.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t even know how to turn it on. I’ll just have to wait until Tracey teaches me.”
Michelle and Lisa exchanged glances, and Hannah knew what they were thinking. “I know you think I’m clueless. You’re right. I am. Maybe I could figure it out, but I’m going to wait for Tracey. She’s very proud of the fact that she gets to teach her dinosaur aunt how to use her new cell phone.”
“I’ll bet she is!” Lisa said, smiling at the thought. “We teach her things all the time. Just the other day, she asked me how our oven worked, so I showed her.”
“I taught her something, too,” Michelle told them. “Tracey came in yesterday, after school, and she said she knew I’d taken a dance class in college and she wanted me to teach her to dance.”
“That’s exactly why I want to wait,” Hannah told them. “Adults teach her things all the time, but this time it’ll be different. Tracey can be the teacher and attempt to teach a clueless adult like me how to use my new cell phone.”
SECRET SPICE COOKIES
 
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F., rack in the middle position.
2 cups all-purpose flour
(pack it down in the cup when you measure it)
2 teaspoons baking soda
2 teaspoons ground ginger
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
½ teaspoon ground allspice
½ teaspoon salt
1 cup white
(granulated)
sugar
cup tomato ketchup
(I used Heinz)
¼ cup salted butter
(
½
stick, 2 ounces, 4 Tablespoons)
¼ cup vegetable oil
¼ cup molasses
1 large egg, beaten
(just whip it up in a glass with a fork)
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
¼ cup white
(granulated)
sugar for coating the dough balls prior to baking
 
Either spray your cookie sheets with Pam or another nonstick cooking spray or line them with parchment paper.
 
Place the flour in the bowl of an electric mixer
(or in a mixing bowl if you want to stir the cookie dough by hand, but it’ll take some muscle)
.
 
Sprinkle in the baking soda and turn the mixer to low speed to combine them.
 
Add the ginger, cinnamon, allspice, and salt. Mix them in at low speed.
 
Mix in the granulated sugar at low speed.
 
In a microwave-safe bowl, combine the ketchup, butter, oil, and molasses. Heat the mixture on HIGH for 30 seconds or until the butter has melted.
 
Let the bowl sit in the microwave for another 30 seconds and then stir to combine the ingredients.
 
With the mixer running, add the ketchup, butter, oil, and molasses mixture. Beat until thoroughly combined.
 
Add the egg and mix it in at medium speed. Then mix in the vanilla extract and beat until all ingredients are thoroughly combined.
 
Take the bowl from the mixer, scrape down the sides with a rubber spatula, and give the bowl a final stir by hand.
 
Place the ¼ cup sugar in a small, shallow bowl.
 
Using a small scooper
(Lisa and I used a 2-teaspoon size at The Cookie Jar)
, form dough balls from the cookie dough. If the dough isn’t firm enough to do this, cover it with plastic wrap and refrigerate it for one hour.
(Don’t forget to turn off your oven if you do this!)
 
Roll the dough balls, one at a time, in the bowl of sugar to coat them. Then place them on a prepared cookie sheet, no more than 12 cookie dough balls to a standard-size sheet.
 
Hannah’s Note: Lisa is going to try rolling some dough balls in powdered sugar the next time we bake these. She thinks it’ll have a different visual effect, but we may miss the crunch of granulated sugar.
 
Bake the Secret Spice Cookies at 350 degrees F. for 10 to 12 minutes or until the cookies are golden brown around the edges.
 
Take the cookies out of the oven and let the cookie sheet sit on a cold stovetop burner or a wire rack for 2 minutes. Then pull the parchment paper off the cookie sheet and onto a wire rack to allow the cookies to cool completely.
 
Yield: approximately 3 dozen tasty cookies, depending on cookie size, spiced with a secret ingredient that no one who didn’t watch you make them will be able to identify.
 
Chapter Sixteen
 
“I
t always smells so good in here!” Michelle took a deep breath as they walked past the huge stone fireplace in the lobby of the Lake Eden Inn.
“That’s because Sally is a great cook,” Hannah told her, heading for the stand that was positioned just inside the dining room door.
“I think I smell chicken Kiev. Maybe I’ll have that tonight. I love Sally’s chicken Kiev.”
“I agree it’s wonderful, but wait until we hear the specials. Sally’s specials are always . . . special.”
Their favorite waitress was working at the reservation stand and Hannah greeted her with a smile. “Hi, Dot. Is Norman here yet?”
“He’s here and so are Lonnie and Mike. Andrea just called. They’re running late, but they’re leaving the house right now and coming straight out here. They said to start and not wait for them. Just follow me and I’ll take you to Norman’s table.”
“Thanks, Dot,” Hannah said, choosing to walk beside her instead of following. “How’s the baby?”
“Not a baby anymore. Just ask him. If you do, he’ll tell you that he’s a big boy. My mother told him that
big boys
don’t wear diapers and she’s got him in training pants. And then she said that
big boys
had to learn to use the potty and he did!”
“That’s amazing. He’s still really young, isn’t he?”
“Twenty months and he’s already potty trained . . . most of the time. He still has an occasional mistake, but he’s really pretty good. My mother is incredible with things like that. I wouldn’t be surprised if she taught him to read next year.” Dot stopped as she reached Norman’s table. “Here you go, ladies. I’ll be back.”
“She walks in beauty like the night,” Lonnie said as Michelle approached.
“I just love guys who quote poetry to me,” Michelle said, giving him a little kiss on the top of the head before she sat down.
“How about an appetizer while we wait for Andrea and Bill?” Norman suggested.
“Good idea!” Mike said. “I skipped lunch and I’m starved.”
Hannah was amused, but she didn’t say anything about the fact that Mike had eaten two cookies in the coffee shop even more cookies with her in the kitchen. It seemed that Mike’s appetite rivaled Howie’s.
“Hi, everyone,” Sally said, arriving at their table in time to hear Norman’s suggestion. “How about my baked Brie for your appetizer? It’s brushed with butter and has French herbs on the top. I serve it with little knots of fresh bread that you can dip in the cheese that runs out when you cut a slice.”
“I’m for that,” Hannah said quickly and then she looked at everyone else around the table. “Does anyone else want Sally’s baked Brie?”
“I do,” Michelle said. “I’m in a cheese mood.”
“I feel like meat,” Mike said, turning to Sally for advice.
“How about our flatbread covered with pulled pork, cheddar, and baked apples? Or flatbread that’s topped with mozzarella, feta cheese, caramelized onions, and chopped fresh tomatoes with a hint of fresh basil? Both of them are really good. I had pulled pork flatbread today for lunch.”
“Let’s try both,” Norman suggested. “And I’d like to order some wine. “What do you have in a white?”
“I’d recommend the Stone Cellar Chardonnay, the Matua Sauvignon Blanc, or the Rodney Strong Sauvignon Blanc. They’re all excellent wines.”
“Hannah?” Norman turned to her. “What’s your preference?”
“I’ll let Sally choose. I know I’ll be fine with whatever she thinks will go best with her baked Brie.”
“Sally?” Norman looked up at her.
“I’ll bring the Matua. I think Hannah will like that. Do you want wine, Michelle? I know you’re over twenty-one.”
Michelle hesitated for a moment and then she nodded. “Just half a glass. I really enjoy white wine with Brie.”
“How about you boys? Would you like a red?”
“I wish!” Mike said, sounding wistful. “Unfortunately, I have to write some reports when I get back tonight.”
“How about you, Lonnie?”
Lonnie glanced at Mike, who nodded. “Go ahead. You’re off duty and I won’t need you anymore today.”
“Thanks,” Lonnie told him and then he turned to Sally. “I won’t drink any more than one glass. It’s a waste to open a whole bottle for just me.”
“It won’t be just you,” Hannah told him. “Bill will have some when he gets here. He likes red wine. And I know that Andrea will share our bottle of white.”
“She’ll like it, I’m sure,” Michelle said, deliberately avoiding Hannah’s eyes. Both of them knew that Andrea adored the wine that Hannah privately called Chateau Screwtop. Andrea fancied herself a wine snob and the last time she’d tasted it, she’d described Hannah’s wine as “a delicate but impish white with a hint of citrus.” Both Hannah and Michelle knew that Andrea would be horribly embarrassed if she ever found out that Hannah bought it by the jug at CostMart for well under ten dollars. Hannah kept the jug hidden behind a large pickle jar on the bottom shelf of her refrigerator and never let Andrea pour her own wine.
“So what else did you do in Vegas for fun?” Norman asked Hannah when Sally had left.
Hannah avoided glancing in Michelle’s direction. “We discovered a couple of new recipes.”
“For what?” Mike asked.
“German Chocolate Cupcakes,” Michelle answered him. “They were delicious.”
“I’d like to taste those,” Lonnie said. “My mother made German Chocolate Cake. It was one of her specialties.”
Hannah thought this was a bit strange, considering Bridget Murphy’s background. Bridget O’Sheehan had come to Lake Eden as a high school exchange student from Ireland and Cyril’s parents had hosted her. Cyril had shepherded the pretty Irish girl through the six months she’d spent at Jordan High. When Bridget went back to Ireland, Cyril had stayed in touch and when he’d taken over his father’s business, he’d called Bridget and asked her if she’d like to come back to Lake Eden and run his front office. Bridget had accepted his offer and the rest was history.
“I’m surprised Bridget didn’t make an Irish dessert her specialty,” Hannah told Lonnie.
“I asked her about that once. She said she grew up eating Irish desserts and she wanted to make something completely different.”
Dot came up with the wine before Hannah could ask any more questions about Irish desserts. She handed a full, two-serving wine carafe to Norman, along with an empty tumbler. “Here you go, Norman. Do you want me to pour?”
“I can do it, Dot. Go ahead and open the wine for everyone else.”
Everyone at the table knew the identity of the liquid in Norman’s carafe. It was ginger ale. Norman didn’t drink, but only Hannah knew why he never touched alcohol. He’d told her one day in strict confidence and she’d never told anyone else. It all had to do with a night, several years before he’d moved to Lake Eden, when he was working as a dentist in Seattle. He’d gotten drunk, done some things he knew would embarrass his mother, and ended up in jail. Norman hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol since.
“Here come Bill and Andrea,” Hannah said, spotting her sister and brother-in-law coming in the door to the dining room.
“Hey,” Bill said when they got to the table. “How’s my crackerjack detective team?”
“Good,” Mike said, and Lonnie nodded.
“Hannah, Michelle . . . I’ve been so busy, I haven’t seen either one of you since you got back from Vegas, but Andrea tells me you had a great time.”
“We did,” Michelle said.
“It was fun,” Hannah responded, glancing at Andrea who gave a little shake of her head. Hannah knew what the shake meant. Andrea hadn’t told Bill anything personal about Hannah’s relationship with Ross.
“Norman?” Bill went on. “Thanks for the invite. It’s always good to see you again, unless I have to sit in your dental chair. Then it’s a real pain.”
“Not true,” Norman looked perfectly serious, but Hannah noticed that his eyes were sparkling with humor. “Don’t you know? I’m the
painless
dentist.”
There was laughter around the table, and Bill and Andrea joined in.
Then Andrea said, “I hope we didn’t keep you waiting too long. Bethie wanted to watch
Snow White
and it took me awhile to find it. We have over a hundred children’s movies. Our den is practically a kid theater!”
When they were seated Norman said, “We ordered some appetizers and some wine.” He gestured toward the bottles Dot was opening. “Red wine, Bill?”
“That would be good. I’m through for the day.”
“And white for you, Andrea?”
Andrea nodded. “What is it?”
“Matua Sauvignon Blanc,” Dot answered her. “I haven’t tasted it yet, but Sally says it’s very good.”
Andrea smiled. “If Sally says so, it’s got to be good. She really knows her wines. Of course, nothing can compare to the wine that Hannah lays in for me. It’s the best I’ve ever tasted.”
“Thanks,” Hannah said, and her mind went into high gear to search for another topic to discuss. Her gaze focused on Andrea’s lovely red and gold scarf and she knew she had the perfect conversation changer. “That’s a beautiful scarf, Andrea. And that reminds me . . . did you leave a scarf at my place the last time you were there?”
“I don’t think so. What does it look like?”
“It’s silk and it’s over . . .” She turned to Michelle. “How long would you say that scarf was?”
“It’s just a guess, but I’m sure it’s around three feet. I didn’t measure it.”
“I have some long scarves. Bill gave me one for Christmas. What color is it?”
Hannah did her best to remember. “It has gorgeous blue flowers on a green background.”
“It’s not a geometric design,” Michelle added. “The flowers are large and almost abstract. And each one is a different size and a slightly different shade of blue.”
“That sounds beautiful, but it’s not mine. I’ve never had a scarf like that. Where did you find it?”
“Moishe found it. He had it on the floor in the living room when Michelle and I got back after work.”
“It could be Mother’s,” Andrea suggested. “She always wears a scarf with her suits. Do you want me to text her?”
“Not really. If it’s hers, I can’t get it to her until she comes home anyway. In the meantime, we’ll just ask everyone who’s been at my place if it’s theirs.”
“I don’t suppose you know where Moishe found it,” Mike said, and Hannah figured his detective mind wasn’t idle.
“No,” she answered him. “I’m sure it wasn’t in the living room. I would have found it long before this. It’s a mystery.”
Mike smiled. “Well, you like mysteries. I’m sure you can solve a little one like that. All you have to do is make out a list of women who’ve been in your condo. And then you have to call each one and ask her if she’s missing a scarf. That’s what I’d do.”
Hannah wanted to tell him that she wasn’t an idiot and she’d already done that, but she didn’t say it. This was Norman’s party and she wasn’t about to spoil it. “Thanks, Mike,” she said sweetly and hoped her thanks hadn’t come out too sarcastically.
“You’re welcome, Hannah.”
Hannah searched Mike’s face and decided that he hadn’t heard any sarcasm in her tone. If he had, he would have returned their exchange with a nasty comment.
“This isn’t the first time we’ve found something like that,” Michelle said. “Moishe was playing with some kind of sash the other day. It looked like it was from a robe or a dressing gown.”
“And I don’t have anything in that color,” Hannah added, and then she turned to Mike. “And we don’t know where he got that, either.”
“Maybe you’ve got a kleptomaniac cat,” Norman suggested, and everyone laughed.
“I know waitresses aren’t supposed to comment on people’s private conversations, but there are kleptomaniac cats.” Dot said, arriving with an ice bucket for the white wine.
“You’re kidding!” Michelle turned to Dot in surprise.
“No, I’m not. When I get off work late, sometimes I can’t fall asleep right away. That’s when I get up, go to the living room for a cup of tea, and turn on one of those late night news programs.”
“That’s exactly what I do,” Mike said. “It gets my mind off whatever case I’m working. And it’s so boring, it gets me sleepy.”
Dot gave him a smile. “That’s right. So I was sitting there sipping my tea and letting some anchorman jabber away when I heard something about a kleptomaniac cat.”
“So you listened,” Michelle guessed.
“Yeah. And the story didn’t come on for fifteen minutes. I was almost ready to turn off the TV and give up when he showed this picture of a tabby cat with a necklace in her mouth.”
“Photoshopped?” Norman asked.
“I don’t think so. I don’t remember exactly where she lived, but this lady said her cat went out prowling during the day and came home with other people’s things. She said the cat, I think she said her cat’s name was Tippy, had started coming home with her loot. She wanted to tell people about it and say that if they were missing any jewelry or clothing, they should come over to her garage on Saturday and claim their stolen items.”
“Do you think that could possibly be true?” Hannah asked.
Mike shrugged. “Maybe. I’ve heard of crows and ravens flying off with sparkling things and putting them in their nests. I guess cats could do the same thing.”
“Well, I just thought I’d mention the possibility.” Dot refilled any wineglasses that needed it and placed the white wine in the bucket of ice she’d brought. “I’m going to go check on your appetizers. They should be coming out in the next couple of minutes.”
“Thanks, Dot,” Hannah told her. “And thanks for telling us about that cat. I don’t think that’s the case with Moishe, but it’s really interesting.”
“Why can’t it be the case with Moishe?” Mike asked her after Dot had left them.

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