One Potato, Two Potato, Dead

by Lynn Cahoon

With an emphasis on choosing your family from the friends grouped around you, Lynn Cahoon’s One Potato, Two Potato, Dead  is a fun cozy mystery featuring Angie Turner, chef and owner of the County Seat restaurant, her boyfriend Ian, her best friend and business partner Felicia, and a number of other staff members. Set in a little town in Idaho, the book introduces Taylor, who seems like a really nice guy dedicating himself to a homeless mission. In this book there are a number of people who are not what they profess or appear to be. A visiting professor from Canada is found murdered, and one of Angie’s staff is accused of the crime, leading to  Angie’s involvement in the investigation. There are many complications and distractions to add to the enjoyment of solving this mystery.

One Potato, Two Potato, Dead is an entertaining story with plenty of activity, a huge focus on food, and many conflicts of interest as Ian’s uncle is the local sheriff. A little romance is presented for various characters. All-in-all, a highly recommended mystery by one of my favorite cozy writers.

I would like to extend my thanks to netgalley.com and to Lyrical Underground (Kensington Press) for giving me the opportunity to read this book in exchange for an honest review.

Rating: 5/5

Category: Mystery

Notes: 1. #3 in the Farm-to-Fork Mystery Series

2.  It took me a long time to read this mystery because I was sick, but it was easy to remember the events and pick right up each time I returned to the book.

3.  Recipe included at the end for Idaho Potato Pie which sounds delicious for brunch or with a salad for lunch.

Publication:   March 19, 2019—Kensington (Lyrical Underground)

Memorable Lines:

Dom sat on his bed and watched her. Somehow, the dog knew when she was upset. And unlike people, the dog always knew how to listen.

Man, the woman was toxic. Why anyone would want to be in a social club with her didn’t make any sense to Angie. Popularity at any cost. She’d thought that mind-set had died when they’d left high school. Apparently not.

Food healed. It wasn’t a magic bullet, but cooking and eating and coming together over food was the best way to deal with any problem.