The Secret's in the Sauce (Potluck Catering Club #1)

EXCERPT FROM CATALOG
"At least Lisa Leann can cook," I had told her over the phone shortly after my return from my honeymoon. "You can cook, Evangeline. You can cook just as good as the rest of us." "Oh, get real, Von." I plopped down in one of my kitchen chairs as gracefully as a woman of my age can plop into a piece of brick-hard furniture. "I'm a casserole kind of woman. I go for whatever is easy. If I want to take charge of this catering business I'm going to have to expand my culinary horizons. Start watching the Food Channel and trying out those recipes in Woman's World magazine." I took a moment to rub my derrière, which ached a bit from its recent descent into the chair. "But why must you take over anything, Evie? Why can't you just be happy with being the president of the prayer group?" "Vonnie Westbrook, how naïve can you possibly be? Don't you know that if she is in charge of the catering business it will only be a matter of time before she is in charge of the club as a whole? My gosh, I can see it now, the brass nameplate at her counter: Lisa Leann Lambert, President of the Potluck Club, and C-O-O of the Potluck Catering Club." "Today the Potluck Club, tomorrow the world," Vonnie bantered. I pictured her raising one fist into the air in a symbol of victory and mock salute.