Bake Me a Murder

Mix together: 200 g of sugar evidence, a pinch of wisdom from Nonna Penelopa, whipped up to peaks of intuition from Signora Nicoletta, and a drop of lemony irony from a serious carabiner. The secret recipe for murder is revealed! Italian grandmothers are back in business again: in the village, two people die in a single day, and the young pastry chef is suspected of murder. You can’t just leave a girl in trouble! The corpse turns out to be not what it seems, flower pots fall on the suspects’ heads, and there are plenty of suspects—but only one of them is the real killer. The staging is perfect: the police’s attention is directed exactly where the criminal needs it. But Nonna Penelopa knows: to find the truth, you have to listen not to the cries, but to the whispers in the corner. Which means we add a bit of patience, a pinch of intuition… and bake at 180°C for a crisp, dramatic resolution. But most of all—don’t read it on an empty stomach!