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Blackmail and bibingka / Mia P. Manansala.

By: Material type: TextTextSeries: Manansala, Mia P. Tita Rosie's kitchen mystery ; Publisher: New York, New York : Berkley Prime Crime, 2022Edition: First editionDescription: xiii, 270 pages ; 21 cmContent type:
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Subject(s): Genre/Form: Additional physical formats: Blackmail and bibingkaSummary: "When her long lost cousin comes back to town just in time for the holidays, Lila Macapagal knows that big trouble can't be far behind in this new mystery by Mia P. Manansala, author of Arsenic and Adobo. It's Christmastime in Shady Palms, but things are far from jolly for Lila Macapagal. Sure, her new business, The Brew-ha Cafe, is looking to turn a profit in its first year. And yes, she's taken the first step in a new romance with her good friend, Jae Park. But her cousin Ronnie is back in town after ghosting the family fifteen years ago, claiming that his recent purchase of a local winery shows that he's back on his feet and ready to give back to the Shady Palms community. Tita Rosie is thrilled with the return of her prodigal son, but Lila knows that wherever Ronnie goes, trouble follows. She's soon proven right when Ronnie is accused of murder, and secrets and rumors surrounding her shady cousin and those involved with the winery start piling up. Now Lila has to put away years of resentment and distrust to prove her cousin's innocence. He may be a jerk, but he's still family. And there's no way her flesh and blood could actually be a murderer...right?"-- Provided by publisher.
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When her long-lost cousin comes back to town just in time for the holidays, Lila Macapagal knows that big trouble can't be far behind in this new mystery by Mia P. Manansala, author of Arsenic and Adobo .

It's Christmastime in Shady Palms, but things are far from jolly for Lila Macapagal. Sure, her new business, the Brew-ha Cafe, is looking to turn a profit in its first year. And yes, she's taken the first step in a new romance with her good friend Jae Park. But her cousin Ronnie is back in town after ghosting the family fifteen years ago, claiming that his recent purchase of a local winery shows that he's back on his feet and ready to contribute to the Shady Palms community. Tita Rosie is thrilled with the return of her prodigal son, but Lila knows that wherever Ronnie goes, trouble follows.

She's soon proven right when Ronnie is suspected of murder, and secrets surrounding her shady cousin and those involved with the winery start piling up. Now Lila has to put away years of resentment and distrust to prove her cousin's innocence. He may be a jerk, but he's still family. And there's no way her flesh and blood could actually be a murderer... right?

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"When her long lost cousin comes back to town just in time for the holidays, Lila Macapagal knows that big trouble can't be far behind in this new mystery by Mia P. Manansala, author of Arsenic and Adobo. It's Christmastime in Shady Palms, but things are far from jolly for Lila Macapagal. Sure, her new business, The Brew-ha Cafe, is looking to turn a profit in its first year. And yes, she's taken the first step in a new romance with her good friend, Jae Park. But her cousin Ronnie is back in town after ghosting the family fifteen years ago, claiming that his recent purchase of a local winery shows that he's back on his feet and ready to give back to the Shady Palms community. Tita Rosie is thrilled with the return of her prodigal son, but Lila knows that wherever Ronnie goes, trouble follows. She's soon proven right when Ronnie is accused of murder, and secrets and rumors surrounding her shady cousin and those involved with the winery start piling up. Now Lila has to put away years of resentment and distrust to prove her cousin's innocence. He may be a jerk, but he's still family. And there's no way her flesh and blood could actually be a murderer...right?"-- Provided by publisher.

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Chapter One Adeena, can you please shut that off? If I have to listen to that Mariah Carey song one more time . . ." I scratched out the third mistake I'd made while trying to finalize the menu for the annual Shady Palms Winter Bash. It tied with the Founder's Day Celebration as the biggest event in my tiny town of Shady Palms, Illinois (population: 18,751), and this was the first year my business-my dream-the Brew-ha Cafe, would be participating. Considering what a mess the Founder's Day Celebration had turned out to be, I really needed to wow at this party. Despite obsessing over it for the past month, I had less than two weeks till the big bash and hadn't finalized anything. My best friend and business partner, Adeena Awan, turned the cafe's speaker system down to a decibel that didn't make my ears bleed. "Way to be a humbug, Lila. Ms. Mariah cannot and will not be silenced. Her lambs will make sure of it." "Hon, you don't even celebrate Christmas. Why do you have all of these?" Elena Torres, Adeena's girlfriend and the third and final member of the Brew-ha Cafe crew (aka our voice of reason), scrolled through the cafe's playlist on Adeena's laptop. It currently had no fewer than ten Christmas music compilations that she'd had on repeat since December 1. It was only December 4, and I was ready to ban her from programming the shop's playlists ever again. Elena raised her eyebrows at the mix of both religious and secular Christmas songs. "Were you secretly raised in an intensely Catholic family like Lila and me? Because this is a lot." Adeena laughed and handed Elena her morning cup of yerba buena tea. "No, I just like the music. It started as me being rebellious as a kid. Well, as rebellious as you could be in my house. You didn't grow up here, but Shady Palms has a pretty big Muslim and Jewish population, so it was easy to keep Christmas out of schools. But there were still all the commercials and Christmas specials on TV, so I got kind of obsessed with the holiday. I'm mostly over it now, but I still love the music and movies. And also the parties because Lila's family goes all in on the holiday." Despite my "humbug" response, as Adeena put it, I really did love the holidays. The food, the parties, the gifts, the karaoke, the fantastically cheesy and comfortingly predictable holiday romance movies . . . what wasn't to love? I mean, I wasn't like the rest of my family, who used to put up Christmas decorations in September (something about the Christmas season starting in the -ber months) until I convinced them to at least wait till the day after Thanksgiving, but I already had a Google spreadsheet prepared for all the holiday movies the Brew-has and I were going to watch, and had no fewer than ten cookie recipes I wanted to test. There's a reason it was taking me so long to finalize things for the winter bash. However, I was finding it hard to get into the holiday spirit ever since my long-lost cousin Ronnie came back into our lives a few days ago. Fifteen years of nothing, only for the prodigal son to show up on our doorstep like nothing had happened, saying he'd bought a winery just outside of town and would be staying in Shady Palms for the foreseeable future. "Overjoyed" would be an understatement regarding Tita Rosie's reaction to seeing her only child for the first time in over a decade. If she wasn't filling his plate with third and fourth helpings, she was touching his face and fighting off tears, as if she couldn't believe he was real. I couldn't believe it, either. Considering everything he put her through, the kindest thing he did for our family was leave, just like his father had before him. "Let them go," Lola Flor had muttered when I was a kid, as we watched first Tito Jeff and then (a few years later) Ronnie abandon us, Tita Rosie sobbing alone in her room each time. "The Macapagal women will do just fine without them." My grandmother had been right. Maybe it had taken a while, but the Macapagal women thrived without them. Tita Rosie's Kitchen, our family restaurant, sat right next door to the Brew-ha Cafe and was now doing so well that people from all over the Midwest came down to Shady Palms just to enjoy my family's food. That's right, our hole-in-the-wall restaurant was now a tourist destination. Thanks to that, we finally had enough money to hire outside help and, get this, my aunt and grandmother could actually take a whole entire day off. My beloved Brew-ha Cafe wasn't quite there yet, but it was still on track to turn a profit within the next year or so. We had a rough start back in the summer, but thanks to Adeena's barista skills, my baking wizardry, and Elena's plant witchery, we'd started to establish ourselves as the hang-out spot for the below-forty crowd. We also appealed to anyone who appreciated quality drinks, Filipino-inspired baked goods, and an array of plants and organic bath and beauty products. As I doodled in the edges of my notebook, trying to figure out what was easy to bake in bulk yet still had enough pizzazz to draw a crowd among the twenty or so tables and stalls that would be at the winter bash, Adeena came over with a tray holding three small cups filled with a creamy concoction dusted with cinnamon. "Tasting time!" she said. "This is the atole recipe I plan on serving at the big bash. Elena's mom gave me the recipe and I added my own tweaks. What do you think?" I picked up a cup and took a big sniff, little curls of steam enveloping my face. Along with the cinnamon, I detected a touch of vanilla and a faint scent that I couldn't immediately place until I took a small sip. "Corn! Is this thickened with masa harina?" I asked. Elena nodded. "Yup! It's pretty typical for breakfast, especially around Christmastime. I'd asked Adeena to make champurrado, the chocolate version, but she said there was also a Filipino dish called champorado that was rice-based, and we didn't want the customers to get confused." "Aww, that's sweet. And a good idea, since I think my family will be serving champorado at the big bash. I love this, Adeena! Are we all set with the beverages?" "Think so. There's Elena's atole, my chai, and of course the house blend with bags of my hand-roasted coffee beans to sell alongside it. You sure you don't want to include one of your drinks?" "Three is plenty. Our table's kind of small, so I want to make sure we have enough space for everything." I looked down at my winter bash planning list and scribbled down Adeena's contribution before checking her off my list. "What about you, Elena?" She was reeling off the inventory of potted plants, herbs, and other products she'd set aside for the party when the bells above the door tinkled, announcing our visitor: my cousin Ronnie. He was below average height and had a slight build, but the way he held himself made it seem like he filled the entryway. That air of confidence, plus his carefully styled wavy black hair, golden brown skin, and cocky grin had led to more than one Shady Palms mom showing up on our doorstep, screaming at Tita Rosie because he'd broken another girl's heart-most notably my cousin Bernadette (not a blood relation, don't worry, just a very close family friend). If I was annoyed by Ronnie's return, Bernadette was livid. She hadn't stopped by the restaurant or cafe since he'd arrived, and I missed her. That coupled with the old feelings of resentment that always bubbled at the surface whenever I thought of him, and my anxiety about preparing for the holiday party made my voice come out sharper than I'd meant. "What are you doing here?" The grin didn't leave his face. He was way too smiley for seven in the morning-I didn't trust anyone who smiled that much before the sun had fully risen yet. "Good morning to you too, Cuz. And to you, Adeena." He nodded at her before turning his attention to Elena. "Sorry, we haven't met yet. I'm Ronnie Flores, Lila's cousin." Elena shook his hand. "I thought you were Auntie Rosie's son? Your last names are different." His smile flickered for a moment before going back to its usual brilliance. "Yeah, it's my dad's last name. My mom went back to her maiden name after he left. Can't blame her." "Ronnie, what do you want? If you haven't noticed, we were in the middle of a meeting." He had the grace to glance guiltily at the table strewn with our meeting notes. "Sorry about that. Lola Flor sent me. She said it's breakfast time and you all need to come over. Plus I have something for you all." "What is it?" Not that I wanted anything from him. But the idea of him giving us something when all he'd ever done was take roused my curiosity. "Guess you'll have to join us for breakfast to find out." He winked at the girls, who gave him grudging smiles. I couldn't ignore a breakfast summons from our grandmother, but something held me in place. Since he'd arrived, I'd done my best to avoid him. I'd had more than my share of trouble this year, and being around Ronnie would increase the chances of more drama a billion times over. He noticed my hesitation. "Mommy would love it if you could all eat with us." I sighed. This man was playing dirty and he knew it. You couldn't say no to anything that would make Tita Rosie happy. Not unless you were a monster, anyway. It's just breakfast, I told myself. Nothing bad ever happened over breakfast, right? Chapter Two Taste this." Lola Flor shoved a tray of freshly baked bibingka toward me, the charred banana leaves wrapped around the grilled rice cakes releasing an indescribably intoxicating aroma. There were four different topping choices: the usual butter, sugar, and cheese, plus butter, sugar, and coconut, in addition to the more unusual varieties of salted duck eggs and the works (which was basically all of the above). Tita Rosie cut the bibingka into slivers so we could sample them all while Lola Flor poured us mugs of tsokolate to accompany them. We crowded around the table and took our time tasting each one. Bibingka had a soft and spongy texture, like a chiffon cake, but with a flavor all its own. Modern bibingka was simply baked in an oven, but it's traditionally grilled using charcoal. Lola Flor had a grill behind the restaurant that she used for occasions like this, and her bibingka was miles ahead of any other version I'd tried. My sweet tooth preferred the simplicity of the sugar-topped ones, but the complexity of the salted duck eggs against the other ingredients made me keep reaching for another piece. "If you're trying to decide which ones to serve this weekend, I'd say combine the sugar, cheese, and coconut toppings for a sweet version and have the salted duck eggs with cheese to tempt our more adventurous eaters," I said. Lola Flor gave a curt nod, as if I'd passed a test. "What do the rest of you think?" "The sweet version definitely gets my vote," Adeena said, picking up another piece and dunking it in her hot chocolate. "What do you think, babe?" Elena had also grabbed another piece, but she chose the salted duck egg. "I think Lila's right about combining the sweet versions, but you should also add coconut to the duck egg and cheese. That hint of sweetness with the salty ingredients is really something." Lola Flor actually cracked a smile at that. Huh. Couldn't remember the last time she'd smiled so approvingly at me. I glanced at Ronnie out of the corner of my eye and saw him studying Lola Flor's expression with a frown. At least she grudgingly approved of me. She never bothered hiding her dislike of Ronnie. "Lola, I think-" Ronnie didn't get a chance to finish his sentence because our grandmother turned away while he was talking and walked back to the kitchen. For just a moment, he let the faade slip and his face crumpled at Lola Flor's rejection. I instinctively moved toward him to . . . what? Comfort him? Why would I bother? But he must've sensed that small movement, so before I could decide what I wanted to do, he wiped the expression off his face and went back to his practiced nonchalance. "Hey Mommy, what else are you preparing for the weekend?" She touched his cheek and went into the kitchen without saying anything. The four of us left in the room stood around awkwardly until Ronnie broke the silence. "They really upgraded the place. It looks way better than I remember. My mom said you had a big hand in it." I'd been home for almost a year now, and in that time the restaurant had transformed completely. The walls gleamed with a lovely warm terracotta shade instead of the dingy white they'd been my whole life. The art prints, fans, and large wooden spoon and fork set hanging on the walls as well as the woven table runners added a distinct Filipino flair, while the carefully cultivated monstera plants scattered around the room added a lushness and freshness we never would've achieved without Elena's skillful hands. We'd been able to replace the mismatched and scratched-up chairs and tables a few months ago and were starting to acquire new tableware as well. Elena's mom was a skilled ceramicist, just one of her many talents, and we'd hired her to create special dishware for the restaurant. The only things that hadn't changed were the large painting of the Last Supper hung above the table in the party area and the karaoke machine tucked in the corner. "She wouldn't get rid of that painting, huh?" Ronnie asked, smiling knowingly. I fought the urge to smile back and failed. "Tita Rosie can be surprisingly stubborn when she wants to be. Considering she let me change everything else and get rid of the Santo Ni-o statue, it wasn't worth fighting about." He nodded, a contemplative look crossing his face as he stared at the familiar painting. "Look, Lila. I-" "Hoy, come help your mother with the dishes," Lola Flor said, interrupting whatever Ronnie was about to say. He obeyed without a word, a first for him, and with his help the table was laid out. Not with the typical meat, fried egg, and garlic rice we'd usually have for breakfast, but what I can only assume were the dishes they'd planned for the winter bash. They chose dishes that were easy to portion out and still tasted OK when cold: the typical pancit and lumpia (vegetarian and with meat) that you'd see at any fiesta, along with two kinds of siopao, Filipino fruit salad, and champorado. Excerpted from Blackmail and Bibingka by Mia P. Manansala All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. 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Library Journal Review

Readers could jump straight into Manansala's latest installment in the "Tita Rosie's Kitchen Mysteries" series (after Homicide and Halo-Halo and Arsenic and Adobo) without reading the prior novels, but they'd be missing the special joy of experiencing the growing community of Shady Palms. This book finds Lila Macapagal caught up in another mystery, this time trying to prove her cousin, Ronnie, innocent of murder. Fans will immediately feel immersed in the family and friends of the series, happy to see characters from earlier novels firmly a part of the fold. Manansala's diverse cast of characters and their appreciation of one another's cultures--and food!--make Shady Palms a most welcome place. Series narrator Danice Cabanela honors Manansala's warm Filipino American community with her narration. Throughout the series she's created voices so memorable that the first time each character speaks, it feels like unexpectedly encountering an old friend. Well, an old friend whose long-lost cousin may have committed murder. Around the sleuthing there are chuckles and discussions of food that will have listeners immediately searching for nearby places where they can taste such wonders. VERDICT A solid entry to an own-voices series that every library should own.--Matthew Galloway

Publishers Weekly Review

In Agatha Award winner Manansala's cheeky third culinary cozy (after Homicide and Halo-Halo), the trouble begins with the return of restaurant owner Lila Macapagal's prodigal cousin, Ronnie Flores, during the annual Winter Bash in Shady Palms, Ill. After a 15-year absence and a suspicious stay in Florida, the "king of get-rich-quick schemes" has heady plans to buy a nearby winery and hawk a line of traditional vintages, especially a potentially lethal lambanog. He has lined up a group of out-of-town investors, including the "expensively beautiful" Denise Sutton and her suave fiancé, Xander Cruz. Things go awry quickly when Denise imbibes too much and dies. Denise's twin stepchildren immediately suspect Xander of money-grubbing. But when Lila's aunt, Tita Rosie, receives an email threatening to expose what happened in Florida with the claim that "Ronnie and Co. have blood on their hands," amateur detective Lila widens the net. The sleuthing sometimes takes a back burner to food tastings, but Manansala's breezy style makes for another brisk entry in this flavorful series, recipes included. Readers will be hungry for more. Agent: Jill Marsal, Marsal Lyon Literary. (Oct.)

Kirkus Book Review

Lila Macapagal and the gang at and around Tita Rosie's Kitchen return for a third round of murder most savory. Even before he left the home of his mother, Lila's Tita Rosie--the most celebrated Filipina restaurateur in Shady Palms, Illinois--Ronnie Flores was nothing but trouble. Now that he's breezed back into town with plans to open a winery specializing in Filipino vintages, he promises more of the same, as an anonymous note about "Ronnie Flores and Co." demanding $50,000 from Tita Rosie "or the world will know what they did in Florida" darkly hints. This time, though, the trouble seems to be centered on the "they" Ronnie's gathered around him: his engaged partners, charming Isabel "Izzy" Ramos-Garcia and taciturn Pete Miller; his principal backers, Xander Cruz and his fiancee, Denise Sutton; and their assistants, Olivia and Quentin March, who also happen to be Denise's stepchildren. Wasting no time after their arrival, Denise concludes a welcome party by collapsing with a dose of alcohol poisoning that Det. Jonathan Park suspects is something even worse. He's right, of course: Denise has been treated to a fatal dose of methanol, and it's up to Lila to take time out from her nonstop baking for her Brew-ha Cafe to mingle with the suspects, ask nosy questions, and figure out which of them most wanted Denise defunct before anyone else follows. The mystery, as in Lila's first two cases, is upstaged by a parade of food and drink so exquisite that most readers, even before peeking at the four sumptuous recipes that are the real climax of this drama, would happily share Denise's last libation even if it meant risking her fate. Hands down the tastiest whodunit you'll consume this year. Copyright (c) Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.
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