Tuesday, October 2, 2018

Which soup will be victorious? Culinary Mysteries Rule

By Angie Turner of Killer Green Tomatoes by Lynn Cahoon

Summer is over here in River Vista, Idaho, but that doesn't mean there isn't a lot of new produce showing up at the Farmers Market. I have been experimenting with different fall soups including a butternut squash soup that is so yummy.

Of course, Estebe thinks his Sheepherders Stew is the best thing since sliced bread. And the lamb based vegetable stew is pretty good. But I'm not sure it's the best. 

Since we couldn't decide, we decided to have a contest. Each of the chefs, including our chef in training, Hope, is making a soup for the next family meal. What ever soup takes the vote, gets on the menu for the next quarter. And I've added a five hundred dollar gift card that can be used anywhere.

I'm not in it for the money, but I'd love to have my soup win the placement. I know, I'm the owner, I could put my soup on the menu without winning the contest, but I like giving the rest of the staff a chance to shine. So if one of the others win, I'll be gracious. Until I get home and then I'll complain to Dom. He's such a good listener, much better than a human.

Oh, you didn't know that Dom's my still growing St. Bernard puppy? He's part of what I call my zoo. Dom, Precious - the goat, and an aging black and white hen named Mabel. If I'm not cooking at The County Seat, my restaurant, I can be found at my farmhouse out west of River Vista. And I'll probably be cooking.

I'm always cooking. Unless Ian comes and makes me leave to see a movie or something. He likes my food a lot, so he doesn't 'make' me leave often.

Sorry, I'm chatting your ear off. If you're ever in River Vista, stop by. I'll comp you a meal at the County Seat. And I'll bet you'll order the butternut squash soup. Yep, I'm that confident.

See you soon,

Killer Green Tomatoes

The time seems ripe for success as Angie Turner opens her farm-to-table restaurant in her Idaho hometown—until her new tomato supplier is accused of murder and Angie has to pick the real killer . . .
To Angie, nothing tastes more like summer than her Nona's fried green tomatoes. Eager to add the recipe to the menu at the County Seat, she's found the perfect produce supplier—her sous chef Estebe’s cousin, Javier. Just one problem: ladies’ man Javier’s current hot tomato Heather has turned up dead, and he’s the prime suspect. Somehow, between managing her restaurant and navigating a romantic triangle between Estebe and Ian, the owner/manager of the farmer's market, Angie needs to produce evidence to clear Javier—before this green tomato farmer gets fried . . .