Diane Davidson - Killer Pancake

Five-Star Praise for KILLER PANCAKE and the Nationally Bestselling Mysteries of Diane Mott Davidson

If Dick Francis is the mystery writer par excellence for horse lovers, DIANE MOTT DAVIDSON IS MYSTERYS CULINARY QUEEN.

Charleston Post and Courier

A TREAT.

San Francisco Examiner

A CROSS BETWEEN MARY HIGGINS CLARK AND BETTY CROCKER.

The Sun, Baltimore

Diane Mott Davidsons CULINARY MYSTERIES CAN BE HAZARDOUS TO YOUR WAISTLINE.

People

THE JULIA CHILD OF MYSTERY WRITERS.

Colorado Springs Gazette Telegraph

DAVIDSON HAS FOUND THE RECIPE FOR BESTSELLERS.

The Atlanta Constitution

MOUTHWATERING.

The Denver Post

DELICIOUS SURE TO SATISFY!

Sue Grafton

If devouring Diane Mott Davidsons newest whodunit in a single sitting is any reliable indicator, then this was A DELICIOUS HIT.

Los Angeles Times

You dont have to be a cook or a mystery fan to love Diane Mott Davidsons books. But if youre eitheror bothher TEMPTING RECIPES AND ELABORATE PLOTS ADD UP TO A LITERARY FEAST!

The San Diego Union-Tribune

Mixes recipes and mayhem to PERFECTION.

The Sunday Denver Post

Davidson is one of the few authors who have been able to seamlessly stir in culinary scenes without losing the focus of the mystery. [SHE] HAS MADE THE CULINARY MYSTERY MORE THAN JUST A PASSING PHASE.

Sun-Sentinel Fort Lauderdale

Goldy and her collection of friends and family CONTINUE TO MIX UP DANDY MYSTERIES AND ADD TEMPTING RECIPES to the readers cookbooks at the same time.

The Dallas Morning News

ALSO BY DIANE MOTT DAVIDSON

Catering to Nobody

Dying for Chocolate

The Cereal Murders

The Last Suppers

The Main Corpse

The Grilling Season

Prime Cut

Tough Cookie

Sticks & Scones

Chopping Spree

For my sisters and brother

Lucy, Sally, and Billy

Huckabucka beanstalk, Chumley!

And dont forget the raft for

Allenhurst, Looie, and Sal!

O vraiment martre Nature,

Puisquune telle fleur ne dure

Que du matin jusques au soir!(Truly, Nature is a cruel stepmother

Not to allow such a flower to live

Even from morning until evening.)from Ode Cassandre by

PIERRE DE RONSARD

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

The author wishes to thank the following people: Jim Davidson, Jeffrey Davidson, J. Z. Davidson, and Joseph Davidson, for their neverending love and support, and special thanks to Joe, who came up with the title; Sandra Dijkstra, for being an unbeatably enthusiastic agent; Kate Miciak, for being the phenomenally hardworking and brilliant editor she is; Katherine Goodwin Saideman and Deidre Elliott, for their insightful reading of the manuscript and their helpful suggestions; Mark D. Wit-try, M.D., Assistant Professor of Internal Medicine, St. Louis University Health Sciences Center, for the extraordinary amount of time he took to share information as well as read and comment on the manuscript; Heather Kathleen Delzell, makeup artist, for introducing the author to the world of cosmetics and answering many questions; Pete Moogk of The Ground Up Espresso Bar, Evergreen, Colorado, for giving the author space and electricity; John W. Dudek, Divisional Loss Prevention Manager, Payless Shoes, for painstakingly sharing information about his field of expertise; Nancy Reichert, Ph.D., Mississippi State University, for providing much-needed scientific data; Tom Schantz of the Rue Morgue Bookstore, Boulder, Colorado, for sharing horticultural background; Lee Karr and the group that assembles at her home, for their helpful comments; Carol Devine Rusley, for great weekly conversations; Karen Johnson and John Schenk of J. Williams Catering, Bergen Park, Colorado, for insights into catering; William Weston, M.D., for information on dermatology, and as ever, Investigator Richard Millsapps of the Jefferson County Sheriffs Department, for providing valuable expertise, assistance, ideas, and insights.

FALL INTO COLOR WITH

MIGNON COSMETICS!

Lowfat Luncheon Banquet

Wednesday, July 1

Hot Tin Roof Club, Westside Mall,

Furman County, Colorado

Crudits with low fat dips

Turkey with hoison sauce and pine nuts in lettuce cups

Creamed cold asparagus soup

Steamed sole with spa-style hollandaise sauce

Grilled mushroom and

Japanese eggplant on field greens with red pepper sherry miso dressing

Corn rolls, breadsticks,

and Grand Marnier cranberry muffins

Nonfat chocolate torte

I was in caterers hell.

I groaned and surveyed the spread of crudits on my kitchen counter. If looks could kill, I asked myself, would this tray of cauliflower do the trick? Actually, the crisp cauliflowerets, delicate buds of broccoli, slender asparagus spears, and bias-cut squash, celery, and carrots looked appealing enough. So did rows of crunchy brussels sprouts, bright-red cherry tomatoes, and small, musky-tasting mushrooms. But there wasnt a drop of rich, homemade mayonnaise, not a puff of whipped cream, not a slice of tangy cheese in sight. And forget dimpled pats of sweet, unsalted butter or luscious dollops of sour cream. Behind the vegetables stood imposing jars of low-calorie dips with horrid colors like pink (raspberry) and orange (carrot). I dipped a spoon into the raspberry, tasted it, and shuddered. Made according to the clients recipe, it was too thin and had the metallic taste of saccharine. A similar foray into the carrot spread revealed a chunky concoction that kindergartners might make for a project on vitamin A.

In other words: hell.

I steeled myself as I washed the last flecks of broccoli off my fingers. Sometimes the proprietor of a catering business has to give herself a pep talk. As the owner of Goldilocks Catering, Where Everything Is Just Right! I was no exception. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I observed as I wiped my hands on my apron. Id seen enough clients drool over six-layer fudge cake to know that folks eat with their eyes before the food ever reaches their tongues. But eating with the eyes was a concept I associated with chocolatey, creamy, and calories. Or perhaps flaky, fudgy, and fattening. Disheartened, I stepped away from the sink and cast another look at the entire first course to be served at that afternoons banquet.

It looks great, I reassured myself aloud, if youre a rabbit.

So much for the pep talk. Why on earth had I agreed to cater the July banquet introducing the fall line of Mignon Cosmetics? My irritation blossomed to frustration, a frequent occurrence when the rationale for taking a job melted away. The weathercool in the beginning of June, when Id agreed to cater the banquetwas now, at the beginning of July, unbearably hot. In the flat stretch of land that abutted the foothills west of Denver, the thermometer had topped 105 for the past three days. Although the mercury in our mountain town of Aspen Meadow, forty miles west of Denver, had fluctuated only in the upper nineties, that was still unseasonably warm. Definitely too hot, I had discovered, to be mucking around in the kitchen taste-testing food made with buttermilk and nonfat sour cream.