A horrible combination - Agatha Christie meets Anthony Bourdain. Geez, who can think about eating (granted, a gourmet meal) when a murder happened in the very room you're preparing it in? No job? Second mortgage? Down to the last savings? ... and you still prepare a meal fit for kings? What is the logic in this? Though Diane Mott Davidson seems to be the only author writing in this genre. A nice idea but I personally think it didn't fly in this book.