You've meddled in my life for the last time!

[oddmonster]

#58: Town in a Blueberry Jam by B. B. Haywood:But the fact remained that Sapphire Vine was dead. Someone had killed her. And though Candy found it not only absurd but also literally painful to think that Herr Georg could have plunged a hammer into the back of Sapphire's head (not to mention how painful it must have been for Sapphire herself) the

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Fall of the Bastill McMurtry, reporting for unofficial duty, complete with hair like glistening pork

[oddmonster]

Wait hang on, that description might need some revision.

I confess I have yet to see gourmet sausagemaker hit the list, nor meat-related occupations of any kind, with the exception of a chili cook-off by Susan Wittig Albert. But her protagonist, China Bayles...runs a teashop/herb store.

In this stunning new series, meat amateur sleuth Cleopatra Melts. After Patty takes over the local butcher shop in Twaddle, MN, the first thing she hacks up is her pesky downtown business neighbor, Marge Rina. Proprietor of the butter store across the street, Marge had voiced her opinions of the new butcher loudly and often, and after she publicly confronted Patty about the size of her veal cutlets, she's found wrapped in wax paper* in the dumpster behind Patty's Meat n' Greet.

With a neat cap of hair like a well-fitted sausage casing and gammons to die for, will this stunningly beautiful sleuth find out who greased Marge before the local police chief finds her a cell? Or will she find love (and chitlins) first? Find out! In!

For Who the Cleaver Thwocks

*Not plastic. That's been done, people. To death. (aaaaaahahahahahahahahhahaa. I slay me.)

Re: Fall of the Bastill McMurtry, reporting for unofficial duty, complete with hair like glistening

[deiseach]

"Call me Tillie, all my friends do", Bastille McMurtry murmured to the handsome gentleman with the enormous sausage.

It was the Extra-Meaty Old Bavarian Hunter's Delight on special offer this week only, buy four for the price of three. Bastille appreciated a man who knew how to handle his meat, and the angle of his shadow as the noon sun hit his trousers, she knew this customer was an expert on what to do with a salami.

"Fall of the Bastille, that's an unusual name," the good-looking stranger said. "Was your father French?"

"No," Bastille replied. "But he liked to get blasted on cognac and sing the "Marseillaise" when stuffing an all-natural pig-gut casing with roughly-chopped pork and the secret ingredient, freshly-plucked tansy, so when I was born, naturally he named me after his favourite public holiday."

Re: Fall of the Bastill McMurtry, reporting for unofficial duty, complete with hair like glistening

[oddmonster]

I am so glad you're on my f-list. So glad.