How Many Points In Chicken Pad

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For appetizer here is a part of the first chapter of "Sweet the punch never kill" as Sample:

first December

(...)

(In the cooking class)

Katie opted for spaghetti bolognese, but with homemade meat sauce, stirred slowly in the pot and watched while the other cooking students. Half men, half women, the course seemed well mixed.

"The guys probably have a sexy Sicilian expected," whispered Katinkas stove neighbor, a buxom woman who tried to Saltimbocca alla romana. "My ex would never take a cooking class! And I am doing now one. "Defiantly they cut off a generous piece of butter.

PLOPP! The Bolognese sauce was on the explosion. Katie Hasty stirred the pot, turned back the heat. She gave some of their Gefell chili flakes in sauce. Shortly thereafter, she poured the pasta with the sauce bubbling.

"Do you like it?" Caro asked Terento which passed by Katinkas place, and openly tried directly from the pot. "Convincing, Signorina convincing. A little too spicy for my taste, but convincing. "

Katie ate ravenously two large pasta bowls, tested the rice another party and wondered what court should they choose a dessert than a meowing sound startled them.

you turned around.

The buxom woman who had stood beside her at the stove hopped on all fours in a circle and mewed. She swung her head back and forth screaming at miserably, threw himself against the Leg of a man who had made themselves comfortable now with his chicken breast fillet alla barbaresca. A cherry tomato plopped him on the fork, swallowed in front of the nose of the little woman who grabbed with the mouth then, the tomato, with a groan aufkeuchte and remained lying on the floor.

"Madonna," shouted Caro Terento and knelt down beside the woman. "Call a doctor, quick! She breathes no more. "

All participants were as quiet as a mouse, petrified. Then at last began to move the troops, several pulled out their cell phones simultaneously. Katie sat down to Caro Terento and felt for the pulse. "Nothing," she said after her fingers had wandered for several seconds on the neck of the buxom woman who had just taken off her show.

"Madonna", whimpered the Terento and threw his arms in the air.

Katie chose Hardos number. A doctor would not longer be able to help.

"What's wrong?" Hardo barked into the phone. He was real revision. Katie imagined how exhausted he stroked over his bald head.

"Murder in the cooking class."

"You're kidding!"

"Do not know. Send someone over. "She drank water straight from the tap at the sink. Gefell chili had what it takes.

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Friederike Schmöe: Sweet the punch never kills. A furious Crime for Christmas. Meßkirch, Gmeiner, 2010. 978-3-8392-1090-1. Now in the 2nd Edition. € 8.90.