It all started before dawn on the day of the first Anglophile lunch, when Goldy had just about the rudest awakening possible: a shotgun blast through her living room window. With her home now a crime scene and her cop husband, Tom, out of town searching for a fugitive hijacker, Goldy has no choice but to show up for work at the castle - six hours early. And it doesn't take her long to realize that her early morning wake-up call was only the beginning...

While out checking on tables for the luncheon, Goldy spots something strange lying in Cottonweed Creek. Upon closer inspection, she can see that it is a body, clad in flannel and shot through the head. Goldy quickly dials 911, but before the police arrive, shots ring out for the second time that day - and this time, someone Goldy loves is right in the line of fire.

Now Goldy has to face some tough questions: Was the victim killed by his partners in crime to keep him quiet - and would they go so far as to target Goldy herself? Could Tom's investigation have triggered a murder? Or could the shots be completely unrelated, perhaps coming at the hands of Goldy's violent and recently paroled ex-husban?

With her own life in peril, the last thing Goldy wants to think about is Shakespeare's Steak Pie, 911, Chocolate Emergency Cookies, or Damson-in-Distress Plum Tart. But with death peering around every corner, she has no choice but to cook up some crime-solving solutions - before the only dish that's left on her menu is murder...