“I want you to duplicate the final dinner served on the Titanic. Ten courses for eight people.”

I stared at Otto Warbeck. Was he joking? Not visibly. The yacht owner had wrinkles in his forehead, but no smile lines. When I agreed to cater a dinner for him on the Chesapeake Bay, I hadn’t expected him to demand an elaborate, custom-made meal, not to mention one with really bad karma.

I ran my fingers along the granite counter near the glass cooktop, cool and hard like everything else on his yacht. “I’ve catered themed dinners before, Mr. Warbeck.” Only a few, since catering was a sideline to my job of managing an athletic club café. “My clients have always selected dishes from my standard menu. It has lots of choices.”

He stroked his neat salt-and-pepper beard. “Your grandfather assured me that your dinner party menus were flexible.”

My grandfather would say anything to get me a client. I’d walk away from this gig if it weren’t for the termite damage to the house I shared with Granddad. He needed help paying for the repairs, so I’d try to reach an agreement with the yachtsman. “Let’s sit at the table and talk about this, Mr. Warbeck.”

As I walked around the counter that separated the galley from the dining area, the floor swayed under my feet, reminding me that I wouldn’t be cooking and serving on solid ground. The boat would rock even more once it left the Bayport marina for the open water of the Chesapeake. Fortunately, I wasn’t prone to seasickness. But if the dinner guests felt sick in rough water, they might blame my food for their nausea. That wouldn’t do my catering business any good.

Otto held my chair as I sat down, a courtly gesture that went along with his formal manner of speaking. He took the seat to my right, at the head of the table. “As a collector of Titanic memorabilia, I really look forward to this dinner. It has a special meaning for me.”

“I can certainly prepare a special dish that isn’t on my standard catering menu.” One dish, not ten. “I’d love to give you your dream dinner party, but I can’t possibly cook and serve ten courses to eight people all by myself.”

“I expected you’d say that. I’ll pay your grandfather to serve as sous chef. He told me his Codger Cook newspaper column features easy five-ingredient dishes, but surely he can assist you with more complicated dishes. He knows his way around a kitchen.”

Granddad’s cooking expertise was like a soufflé, mostly hot air. He’d wangled the job of food columnist by tweaking my recipes. “I’ll need time to test recipes. Can you postpone the dinner?”

“I cannot. The date, the place, and the guests have aligned for this occasion. Saturday is April fourteenth, the anniversary of the last dinner on the Titanic.” He pulled a card with rounded corners from his breast pocket. “Here is the first-class dinner menu from that fateful night.”

I gaped at the gilt-edged card he’d passed to me. On a surface barely larger than five by seven inches, the menu listed more than twenty dishes. “This is a restaurant menu.”

“And I don’t expect you to turn the galley into a restaurant kitchen. Just choose one of the options listed for each course.”

The ten courses on the menu included dishes I’d never heard of—Consommé Olga, Punch Romaine, and Waldorf Pudding. “I’ll have to do research to find recipes for these dishes.”

“There are no surviving recipes for the dishes served on the Titanic, so you have leeway with the recipes, as long as you come up with something similar to what’s on the menu.”

Hooray, a chink in his armor. I learned he had another weak spot when a woman in her twenties came aboard. I took her to be his daughter, but she proved to be his trophy wife.

“Can we have s’mores at the dinner party, Otto?” she said.

He winced. “Even if s’mores existed in 1912, they wouldn’t have been served on the Titanic. You know I’m striving for authenticity with this dinner. I don’t want the ambiance of a backyard barbecue.”

And the last thing this dinner needed was another dish, I thought.

His wife was unmoved by his objection. “I saw a classy tabletop s’mores maker that uses chafing dish fuel. We could serve the s’mores as an ice breaker.”

I don’t know if she intended the pun, but she got her way.

Previously, Granddad and I had gotten to the bottom of a few suspicious deaths. When we boarded Otto’s yacht the night of his Titanic dinner, we had no idea we’d become involved in s’more murders, but we started to wonder about Otto’s motives when the guests showed up. They included two people he’d only just met, as well as his ex-wife and her surly son.

Now I ask you: Would you go on a small yacht for a Titanic dinner re-creation if someone you barely knew invited you?

Giveaway: Answer that question in a comment below for your chance to win a copy of S’MORE MURDERS (print copy for US entries, e-book outside the US). The giveaway ends August 2, 2018. Good luck everyone!


You can read more about Val in S’more Murders, the fifth book in the “Five-Ingredient” mystery series. The first book in the series is By Cook or by Crook.

Managing a fitness club café and collaborating on a cookbook with her grandfather are Val Deniston’s usual specialties, but she’s about to set sail into nearby Chesapeake Bay—straight into a murder case . . .

Since catering themed events is a good way to make extra cash, Val agrees to board the Titanic—or at least cater a re-creation of the doomed journey on a yacht. The owner of the yacht, who collects memorabilia related to the disaster, wants Val to serve the last meal the Titanic passengers ate . . . while his guests play a murder-mystery game. But it is the final feast for one passenger who disappears from the ship. And that’s only the tip of the iceberg.

Now Val has to reel in a killer before s’more murders go down . . .

Includes delicious five-ingredient recipes!

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About the author
Maya (Mary Ann) Corrigan combines her passion for food and detective stories in her Five-Ingredient Mysteries: By Cook or by Crook, Scam Chowder, Final Fondue, The Tell-Tale Tarte, and S’more Murders. They feature a café manager and her live-wire grandfather, the Codger Cook, who solve murders in a historic town near the Chesapeake Bay. Maya previously taught writing, American literature, and detective fiction at Georgetown University and Northern Virginia Community College. When not reading, writing, cooking, or eating, she enjoys travel, crossword puzzles, and trivia. Visit her website at mayacorrigan.com, for more about the series and for trivia about mysteries:

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