The Case of the Counterfeit Dough

The morning of the Idaville Cookie Bake-off, Joey Perkins, Encyclopedia’s classmate, walked into the Brown Detective Agency.

“I need your help,” he said, placing a quarter on the red gasoline can. “I have three recipes for chocolate-chip cookies. I want to hire you to tell me which one is best.”

“You can pay me to eat your cookies anytime,” Encyclopedia said.

Sally agreed. “But what are you worried about?” she asked. “You’re sure to win the bake-off this year.”

Joey’s cookies had come in second to Christina Vargas’s three years in a row in the twelve and under class. But Christina had turned thirteen in June. No one else’s sweet treats would come close to Joey’s in a taste test.

“There’s a new twelve-year-old baker in town, Mary Macaroon,” Joey said. “Her cousin is one of the judges, and she’s tough. My cookies have to be perfect.”

“I heard that this year’s first prize is fifty dollars, and the winning recipe will be printed in a cookbook,” Sally said.

Joey nodded. “I’ve always dreamed of having my recipes published.”

He placed a plate with six cookies on the workbench—three cookies for each detective. Then he handed them water bottles so that they could rinse their mouths after tasting each one.

The detectives munched on the delicious cookies, carefully rinsing their mouths after each taste.

“Yum,” said Sally, “they’re all delicious.”

“What’s this in cookie number two?” Encyclopedia asked. “A hint of cinnamon?”

Joey shook his head with a grin. “It’s a secret,” he said. “I won’t tell.”

“They’re all winners,” Encyclopedia said. “But I like cookie number two best.”

Sally took another bite of cookie number three. Then she tasted cookie number two again. “Cookie number two it is,” she said.

“I sure hope I win this year,” Joey said, picking up his plate and heading down the driveway. “I want a first place ribbon and my cookie recipe in that cookbook!”

“We’ll be there to cheer you on,” Encyclopedia said.

“Good luck!” Sally called after him.

Later that afternoon, Encyclopedia and Sally biked to the high school. The bake-off was being held in the school’s kitchen. Four tables were set out for the contestants in the twelve and under category. Each table held flour, sugar, butter, eggs, chocolate chips, and a few spices like cinnamon and nutmeg.

Encyclopedia and Sally watched Joey measure his ingredients carefully and mix his cookie dough.

Two of the contestants—Emily Drew and Michael Esposito—each seemed to be making more of a mess than a cookie. Flour flew when Michael tried to mix his dough, sprinkling the judges and making them sneeze.

Mary Macaroon looked like a serious challenger. She even wore an official chef’s hat and apron.

“Fashion doesn’t win bake-offs,” Sally said with a sniff.

But Encyclopedia noticed that she whisked her eggs and creamed her butter and sugar like a pro.

Joey was the first to slide his cookie sheets into the oven, followed by Mary. Soon the smell of baking cookies filled the room. Encyclopedia’s mouth watered.

Ten minutes later, four oven timers buzzed, one after the other. As soon as all four trays of cookies were on the table, the judges took out their clipboards. They stopped at Michael Esposito’s table first.

Each of the three judges carefully chewed one of his cookies, making notes about the crispness of the baked dough or the sweetness of the chocolate. When all three were finished, an assistant handed them glasses of water. The judges swished water around their mouths and then swallowed.

“They’re clearing their taste buds for the next cookie,” Sally remarked.

The judges went through the same routine with Emily Drew’s cookies. Then they stood in front of Mary Macaroon.

“They’re taking extra bites of Mary’s cookies,” Sally noticed. “They must be good.”

“Not too good, I hope,” Encyclopedia said, watching closely. “Getting his recipe published is Joey’s dream.”

The judges finished with Mary’s cookies and motioned for the assistant to bring them fresh water. They rinsed their mouths and emptied their glasses. Judge number two filled her glass again. Then all three stepped in front of Joey’s table.

Joey nervously chewed on his lip. He watched the judges pick up his cookies. His mouth opened and closed with theirs as they each took a bite.

The judges coughed and sputtered. One spit Joey’s cookie into a napkin. Judge number two quickly downed her water as the assistant rushed forward with filled glasses for the other judges.

Joey’s face fell in dismay. He took a bite of one of his cookies, and then spit it out again. “I don’t know what happened,” he cried. “This tastes awful!”

Encyclopedia stepped forward and took a small nibble. He sniffed the cinnamon on Joey’s table. Then he shook some sugar into his hand and tasted it. “Someone’s substituted salt for your sugar, and red pepper for cinnamon,” he said.

Joey’s shoulders slumped. “I won’t even be number two this year,” he moaned. “I’ll be last.”

Encyclopedia turned to the judges. “Can you let everyone start over, with fresh ingredients?”

“That’s not fair to the other contestants,” judge number two said sternly. “We need to award the prize.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” Encyclopedia said. “You were the one who rigged the ingredients.”

 

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