So, Goldy is shut down until the required plumbing can be ordered, delivered, and installed. So she is giving the Personal Chef racket a whirl - and the TV chef game on a semilocal PBS station. And the bodies keep piling up.
Here the title reference is to a news article about Goldy's involvement in all these murder cases, but she does make a lot of cookies (not tough) in the story.
Usual fun time. The main center of action is a resort up across the Divide from Aspen Meadows. It is winter - actually working up to Christmas - and Goldy is spending lots of time driving across the mountains in the snow.
I guess I understand something about the appeal of living in Colorado - but I am unable to perceive the charm of driving in snow. Snow is lovely seen through a picture window from the side of a roaring fire with a glass or cup of some warm beverage in hand, but it loses all its appeal the moment I have to open the door and set foot outside. Even reading about such things is sufficient to remind me of why I refer to all such places as "frozen northern wastelands."
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