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If Mashed Potatoes
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PAIGE SHELTON
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ALWAYS LEARNING
PEARSON
For my grams, Ruth Grzyb and Daisy Shelton
A special thanks to:
Every time I write a book I hope I’m getting better at doing it on my own, but I’ve decided that it must be impossible for me to write a book on my own, one that’s coherent at least. There are still so many people I consult, so many people I like to bounce things off of, and a few people who really do the dirty work. I’d like to take this opportunity to thank those people, the dirty work people, the ones who take what I write and fix it. I’m sure I’m not one of their easier cases. So, thank you to copyeditors Caroline Duffy and Jude Grant who worked so hard on both this book and
If Fried Chicken Could Fly
. Seriously, you are amazing! Any remaining mistakes are solely mine.
The cover artist for the Country Cooking School Mysteries, Dan Andreasen, and the interior design artist, Laura K. Corless. I love the way you both “see.”
Jessica Faust and Michelle Vega. You are simply the best.
Matthew Barney of Seiren Hair Salon who helped me get the Funeral Potatoes recipe just right. For years we’ve talked about food and recipes. Thank you for all your fun and interesting
ideas and for never chemically burning off a big chunk of my hair like that other stylist did.
Sabrina Ogden, Leah Anderson, and Ginger Beck who have not only helped me with legal terminology but have also become great friends.
My sister-in-law Fran McCorkel for making the best twice-baked potatoes ever.
The late actress Elizabeth Montgomery who truly bewitched me when she portrayed Lizzie Borden.
My parents and my fellas—always and forever.
Chapter 1
“They want us to keep them all here?” Gram said. “Where
in the Sam Hill do they expect everyone to sleep?”
“On the floor, I guess,” I said.
“On the floor? In the kitchen? I don’t understand, Isabelle. How in the world did they even think to ask us? This is a cooking school, not a hotel, for Jack’s sake.”
Gram had been cleaning. Her short gray hair was hidden by a red bandana, and her Harvard T–shirt had a giant wet spot right in the middle. She wore bright yellow rubber gloves and smelled of bleach. We were conducting our annual midsummer ritual of scrubbing every single spot of her cooking school. Midsummer was the perfect time. We were on a one-week hiatus from our nighttime classes, and our daytime classes weren’t set to begin for another month and a half. We’d already sent out acceptance letters to our fall students, and we had this small break before our night class on everything
potatoes, “Mash Away, but Respect Me in the Morning,” was to begin.
“I believe it was Jake’s idea,” I said.
Jake was my best friend and Broken Rope’s fake sheriff and town historian. He was very active with the tourism bureau as well. When you’re a self-made millionaire you can do pretty much whatever you want.
“Jake? What was he thinking?” Gram said as she snapped off one of the gloves.
“He thought it would be bad business to turn away a tour bus. It’s only for one night and then the hotel will have the rooms available. Someone messed up the reservations. The tour group was going to cancel their stop, but Jake heard they were a bunch of foodies on a trip across country. He told them your school was here and thought we might work in a free lesson of some sort and have a sleepover.”
Gram blinked. “I’ll ask again, what was he thinking? Sleeping on the floor and offering a lesson? Won’t we be breaking about a thousand food safety regulations? Come on, Isabelle, you should know this stuff.”
Gram was referring to my short and incomplete time in law school.
“I didn’t make it to the food safety stuff,” I said. Food safety wasn’t a part of law school, so even if I hadn’t dropped out I wouldn’t have been any better versed in the ins and outs of slumber parties held in cooking schools, but I didn’t want to go into detail when she was so riled up.