Run: 2026-03-25-01KMJ8H2JYRT00M0MT841C5VPW

The morning sun slanted through the front windows of Butter & Crust, catching dust motes above flour-dusted countertops. The scent of cinnamon rolls and burnt sugar hung thick in the air, mingling with the soft chime of the shop bell. "I still say she did it." "Who? Doris? Over a casserole recipe?" "Exactly. She's been bitter ever since Mabel won 'Best in Show' at the Spring Bake-Off. And everyone knows Doris uses canned soup as a base." "That's hardly murder." "It was *homemade* cream of mushroom in Mabel’s pie. I tasted it. Only three people in town make their own—Doris being one of them." "You think she poisoned it?" "Not poisoned. Switched. Mabel’s prize-winning recipe called for leeks. Doris substituted ramps. Mabel can’t stand the taste, says they give her hives. She switched the filling during judging." "You’re telling me Mabel was allergic to her own prize-winning dish?" "Well, she didn’t eat it, did she? Just smiled and sent it home with her grandson. Found him doubled over by bedtime. Doctor said severe onion sensitivity." "So Doris framed her?" "Or taught her a lesson. Depends who you ask. Either way, the trophy’s being held at the police station until the lab results come back." A loaf clattered behind the counter. The two women turned to see the baker wiping her hands, eyes narrowed. “Speaking of leeks—I ran out this morning. Anybody seen Doris lately?”