One Cup Of Flour Two Cups Of Murder (Winnona Peaks Mysteries Book 2) by Emily Page Page A

had won the first two rounds and then this “fancy pants” baker from New York started spouting that he had the best lemon tarts this side of the Mississippi.  Well, her grandmother just snuck into his tent after hours and sampled some of his ingredients, figuring out his recipe.  The next day, she had him disqualified, with the help of the Dairy Association in Wisconsin, by accusing him of using a new-fangled margarine that had been recently outlawed.  He swore that it was perfectly legal since he had been importing it from Europe. What that New Yorker did not realize was the Westbrook family was not just the premier baking family; Westbrook Road and Westbrook Elementary were all named after prominent mayors and railroad tycoons at the time of Winnona Peaks' inception. Knowing the legacy, and deep pockets, of the Westbrook name, the judges let Grandma Westbrook’s accusation stand and she won a third straight contest.
     
    As Grandmother Westbrook aged, her need to win the contest waned and she shifted into the judging side of the world. She was the gold standard until the day she died and winning a Westbrook medal of distinction was able to make or break the careers of regional pastry chefs in the area.
     
    Cornelia knew the standard. That’s why she followed that insufferable Alexander around the bake-off for so long.  She knew that his big fat nose knew about baking and even if Dr. Freedman was off his walker about Cornelia losing her sense of taste in her old age, she wasn’t going to turn away a gift horse with Alexander being an instructor at Le Cordon Bleu. 
     
    Watching the head nods of Raymond Olson when Alexander was right or the frowns when he was wrong gave Cornelia all the clues she needed to pick the Westbrook medal.  That Lily character had Raymond Olson wrapped around her little finger.  He’d written her up in the Winnona Peaks Chronicle three times with one of the articles getting picked up by the syndicated press and appearing in Pastry Press.
     
    Cornelia was so busy concentrating on who was the best in the contest that she didn’t have time to pay attention to this little snit that was obviously trying to take over her grandmother’s legacy.  Well, she just had to nip that in the bud.   She brought Terrance along so he would see how a real businesswoman acted.  She thought about leaving Fiona there with the paperwork in her hand, but changed her mind. Spinning around right inside the doorway she turned.
     
    “Well, what are you standing here for?  Get out!” Cornelia yelled at Fiona.
     
    Fiona fought back the tears, looking at the printed lease agreement with “EVICTED” scrawled in big black magic marker.  “What?  What is this? I’ve made all the improvements.  I’m only one month behind on my―.”
     
    “Out!  Read the fine print.  I have the right to kick you out any time I want and that’s now.”
     
    Christy frowned and came over by Fiona to look at the piece of paper in her hand. “Miss Westbrook, this isn’t how an eviction works.  There has to be notice and―.”
     
    “Oh, what do you know?  You’re just a baker.  This is exactly how it works.  Get out by tomorrow, Missy.”  Cornelia squinted again and wagged her finger at Fiona.  Fiona wiped a tear from her eye and looked apologetically between Christy and Gregory.
     
    “She’s done this once a month since I’ve been here. It’s always right before she goes to bed. She’s just never scribbled it on the lease agreement before.”
     
    “I’m the landlord.  I know my rights.”  Cornelia snarled at Gregory and Christy.  “This is my property and I’m going to restore Westbrook Pastries. That means you have to go.  Don’t bother clearing out your inventory.  In a day, my bakers will have this place humming with the best baked goods Westbrook has ever known.”
     
    Christy was just watching the spectacle.  Fiona started talking over the top of Cornelia who started circling the