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R
ECIPES
A
NTIPASTO

J.J.’s motto is, “Keep it simple.” This easy-to-assemble menu highlights the delightful flavor of buffalo mozzarella and the fresh Focaccia. Vary amounts according to how many friends will be enjoying it with you.

  • Buffalo mozzarella
  • Prosciutto slices
  • Mortadella slices
  • Fresh figs, sliced in half
  • Grape tomatoes
  • Black olive tapenade
  • Greek-style plain yogurt
  • Focaccia bread

Slice mozzarella cheese into bite-sized portions. Slice fresh Focaccia to accommodate mozzarella. Place figs and grapes on a serving dish, along with the prosciutto and mortadella. Serve tapenade and yogurt in individual small bowls. Invite guests to combine as desired.

S
PAGHETTI
WITH
C
HICKEN
, B
ROCCOLI
,
AND
S
WEET
R
ED
P
EPPER

This is one of J.J.’s very few concoctions that she threw together. It’s easy to prepare and the amounts can be adjusted according to how many servings are needed. You’ll notice she’s using one of her flavored olive oil finds from Rocco G’s. Feel free to substitute your own choice.

  • ½ pound spaghetti
  • Himalayan salt—pinch
  • Regular olive oil
  • 1 large broccoli crown, cut into tiny floret portions
  • 1 sweet red pepper, sliced and diced
  • 1 garlic clove, slivered
  • Mixed dried herbs (or fresh rosemary, basil, oregano)
  • Freshly ground pepper
  • Half package of frozen chicken strips
  • Tuscan herb–flavored virgin olive oil
  • Pecorino Romano cheese

Bring large pot of water to boil and add a pinch of sea salt and spaghetti. Cook uncovered, as per instructions on package, usually 10–12 minutes.

Heat skillet on stove and pour in enough regular olive oil to cover the bottom. Add the broccoli bits, sliced red pepper, herbs (either dried or fresh), and garlic. Saute until broccoli look crisp. Remove from pan, add more olive oil and the desired amount of chicken strips. Cook until thoroughly heated (if frozen) or until cooked throughout (if fresh). Add vegetable mixture and toss.

Drain spaghetti when al dente, place in a serving dish, and stir in Tuscan herb–flavored virgin olive oil. Add chicken/vegetable mixture and toss.

Serve with grated fresh Pecorino Romano cheese atop. Adjust cheese and seasoning to taste.

R
OASTED
P
EARS

Beth is always looking for light, healthy desserts to balance the delicious baked goods and pastries she sells in Cups ’n’ Roses. Mix and match the ingredients. She’s tried many combinations and these are her favorites. Enjoy!

  • 3 ripe pears
  • 1 tablespoon honey or maple syrup
  • Zest from one large lime
  • 1 cup Greek-style plain yogurt or smooth ricotta
  • Seeds from one medium pomegranate
  • Limoncello

Preheat oven to 375° F.

Line baking pan with parchment paper.

Halve pears lengthwise, remove stems and cores. Place pears on baking sheet, cut side up; drizzle with honey or maple syrup and sprinkle with lime zest.

Bake for 18–20 min, depending on size of pears, until softened.

When done, place portions on individual dessert plates, top with yogurt or ricotta, and sprinkle with pomegranate seeds. Drizzle with Limoncello to
taste.

Keep reading for a special preview of Linda Wiken’s next Dinner Club Mystery. . .

R
OUX
THE
D
AY

Coming soon from Berkley Prime
Crime!

 

“What’s the worst that can happen? Another dead body?”

J.J. Tanner stared at her best friend and business partner, Skye, with her mouth hanging open.

Words eluded her.

Skye noticed the look. “Sorry, I guess that was insensitive, given what happened after your last event. Anyway, it couldn’t possibly happen again, so what’s got you worried?”

“Only the fact that this is my first event for a nonprofit,” J.J. answered, finding her voice. “And, I truly believe in their cause, so I’d hate to see it bomb because I forgot to do something, or even worse, made some wrong choices.”

Skye flung her hands up in the air. “I hadn’t realized you were so uptight about this one. Look, J.J., I’ve read your proposal and love the idea. You practically forced me to go through your bible for the casino night and I can attest that you’ve covered all the bases. This is a casino fund-raiser for the People and Causes Foundation, so any monies coming
in—no matter how minuscule, if that’s the unfortunate case—will make it a success in their book. And in my experience, it’s hard not to make money with a casino night. Now, I’m going to take you out for a glass of wine, some free advice, and a lift home. Grab your stuff.”

J.J. let out a long sigh, shut down her computer, and stuffed her makeup bag into her purse. “You’ve already given me a lot of free advice,” she said, closing and locking the door of Make It Happen, Skye’s event planning business, behind them.

“Did I say the advice is from me? No, I don’t think I said who it’s from. Do not assume. You know the old saying.”

J.J. made a face just as Tansy Paine exited her office across the hall from them.

“Very dignified, J.J.,” Tansy commented and strode ahead of them, reaching the bottom of the stairs before they started down.

“Four-inch,” J.J. said.

“Uh-uh. At least six, I’d guess. One of these days the stiletto diva is going to do a nosedive down these stairs.”

“You are in a morbid mood this afternoon, Skye Drake. I think I’d better buy
you
a drink.”

“I was hoping it would work,” Skye said as she hooked her arm through J.J.’s. They’d made it to the front door of the two-story historic house where they had their office, along with Tansy Paine’s law office, when the door to the right opened.

“Drinks?” Evan Thornton sang out. “Am I invited? I am, aren’t I?”

“Of course.” J.J. glanced at Skye, who nodded. “Are you ready, or do you want to meet us at . . . Where exactly are we going?”

Skye’s eyebrows curved upward and her lips flattened out. “All will soon be revealed.”

Evan caught up to them on the sidewalk as they turned left onto Gabor Avenue. He quickly linked up with J.J.’s free arm, and the three of them walked a block toward Lake Champlain and then hurriedly crossed the street at the corner of Claymore.

J.J.’s eyes lit up as they approached the outdoor patio of McCreedy’s, Half Moon Bay’s newest Irish pub. Beth Brickner and Alison Manovich were already seated at one of the tables and waved them over. J.J. glanced at Skye, who shrugged. “I thought you needed your friends around you at a time like this, so I gave Beth a call and she set it up. There’s nothing like talking food to bring back the sanity.”

J.J. smiled and squeezed Skye’s hand.

“Connor’s going to be late,” Beth explained. “Something came up at the radio station.”

At the mention of his name, J.J. felt her stomach do that flip-flop again. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to see him, but since she’d signed him on to be one of the emcees at the casino night, Connor Mac’s name was now synonymous with her fears of a flop. Skye noticed the look on her face and quickly ordered glasses of Shiraz for them both.

“It might be hard to stay away from talk of the casino night once Connor gets here,” J.J. said, “but I really hope we won’t be discussing it tonight. I really need to think about something else for a while.”

Skye jumped in. “And I hope you don’t mind my tagging along. I promised her a drink. Or she promised me one. Anyway, we both need it about now.”

“Happy to have you along, Skye.” Beth grinned as she plopped a brown paper bag on the table. “Well, I thought I’d take advantage of this opportunity to do the reveal for our next supper-club night.” She patted the bag. “It’s this baby right here, and you’ll have to wait until Connor arrives.”
She smiled and tilted her glass of wine toward each of them in turn.

“Yikes. I’ve totally lost track of time,” J.J. admitted. “When’s the next dinner?”

“Three weeks from this Sunday. And you’d better remember it’s at my house.” Beth tapped the top of the bag again. “I think this will be a surprise and we’ll have lots of fun with it.”

“Are you insinuating we haven’t been having fun?” Evan asked, a look of affront on his face. J.J. noticed his blue eyes twinkling and she tried to stifle a grin, waiting to see how this would play out.

Beth looked abashed. “No, of course not. I’d never suggest that.” She leaned forward and squinted at Evan across the table. “Nice one, Evan. You really had me going there for a few seconds.” She started laughing and they all joined in.

J.J. looked around the table at the four members of the Culinary Capers club. They all took turns hosting the monthly dinner, and that host got to choose a cookbook and the entrée. The others would bring along an accompanying dish, also from that cookbook. Evan had been the one who’d invited her to join, and now, after many months of shared meals and laughter, she considered them all to be close friends. Food could do that.

“Well, while we’re waiting for Connor, can’t you at least update us on the casino night?” Alison asked. “After all, you know we’ll be there for you in spirit.”

J.J. thought about it for a moment.
I’m just being silly.
She nodded. “As you know, it’s the big fund-raiser for People and Causes, and it’s in two weeks on board the
Lady of the Lake
. That’s the largest cruise boat in the Crowder Sightseeing Line, so you can just imagine how cool that will be. We cast off at six thirty
P.M.
and return to the dock at one
A.M.
Besides the roulette wheel, there’ll be blackjack, craps, and three-card
poker. We’ll serve a buffet dinner at ten
P.M.
, and there’ll be a great deejay at the back of the boat for those wanting to dance.”

“Aft,” Connor said, sinking into the chair beside J.J.

She looked at him.

“Aft. That’s the back of the boat. Hi, everyone. Sorry I’m late. Glad you didn’t wait for me.” He nodded at the drinks.

J.J. took over again. “And our celebrity masters of ceremonies are our very own Connor Mac of radio WHMB morning-show fame, and TV personality Miranda Myers, host of
Tonight’s Entertainment
on WBVT.” She looked at Connor and noticed a flicker pass over his face, almost so fast that she wondered if she’d really seen it. And what had it meant?

Connor signaled the server and ordered a beer. “No one’s ordered any food yet? Are we doing dinner or what?”

“It’s my night to cook,” Evan explained, “so I’m not eating. Well, maybe an appetizer.”

“Okay, then let’s get a variety of small dishes on the table.” Connor signaled the server again and asked for one of each of the four appetizers on the menu. “I hope that’s all right with everyone,” he asked.

They all nodded and Alison did the equivalent of a shrug with her eyes.

“Well, I’d like to take over the floor, then, while we’re all waiting,” Beth said in a louder voice. The patio had filled up quickly, and with the music and conversation from other tables, it was getting hard to hear. She stared at Connor. “I’m doing the cookbook reveal tonight.” She pulled a narrow but large book out of the bag. “There’s nothing like a good murder to whet the appetite.”

Someone gasped. J.J. realized she’d been the culprit, and she suspected that Beth was pleased with the reaction. The others chuckled and gave Beth their full attention.

“So, my choice for the next Culinary Capers dinner is the
Mystery Writers of America Cookbook
.” She handed it to Connor, and he started flipping through the pages. “The recipes are contributed by some of the most dangerous crime writers in the country. And I’m hoping they’re all safe to use.”

She grinned, and J.J. thought it made her look so much younger than her sixty-four years. “I’m really sorry, though, J.J. There are only a few full-page color pictures. I know how much you like those, but I’m hoping you’ll bear with me this one time.”

J.J. tried to make it look like she was giving her answer a lot of thought. “Okay. But just this once.” She smiled to show she was kidding. Sort of. “Have you chosen an entrée yet?”

“I have. I’m going to do the Chicken Gabriella, which is contributed by Sara Paretsky, one of my favorite mystery authors. And I thought it might be fun for us to each talk a bit at the dinner about the authors whose recipes we’ve chosen. Maybe, if everyone has the time, we could each read a book written by our author and just say a few words about it, too. I think it would be fun and a bit different. What do you all say?” She looked so expectant, and J.J. knew no one would dare to pan the idea.

“Great,” Evan chimed in first. “You’re right—it will be fun adding another element, and I put dibs on dessert.”

“Wow, right in there. We’re taking a big leap here, not having a good look at what’s offered before claiming a dish, but I’ll volunteer for an appetizer,” Alison said, moving aside some glasses to allow the first two dishes they’d ordered to be set on the table. “Over to you, J.J.”

“Hm. Maybe a side dish.”

“Do we need two of those?” Connor asked. “I see they have a soups and salads section, also.”

“I trust your judgment,” Beth answered. “You can let me know what you think after taking a closer look at what’s there.”
She glanced around the table. “Thank you. I appreciate you all getting into this. I think it will be memorable and quite delicious.”

Evan raised his glass in a toast. “Here’s to an evening of mystery!”

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