The Golden Spoon: A Novel
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Only Murders in the Building meets The Maid in this “deliciously entertaining whodunit” (Sarah Penner, New York Times bestselling author) where someone turns up dead on the set of TV’s hottest baking competition—perfect for fans of Nita Prose, Richard Osman, and Anthony Horowitz.
Every summer for the past ten years, six awe-struck bakers have descended on the grounds of Grafton, the leafy and imposing Vermont estate that is not only the filming site for “Bake Week” but also the childhood home of the show’s famous host, celebrated baker Betsy Martin.
The author of numerous bestselling cookbooks and hailed as “America’s Grandmother,” Betsy Martin isn’t as warm off-screen as on, though no one needs to know that but her. She has always demanded perfection, and gotten it with a smile, but this year something is off. As the baking competition commences, things begin to go awry. At first, it’s merely sabotage—sugar replaced with salt, a burner turned to high—but when a body is discovered, everyone is a suspect.
A sharp and suspenseful thriller for mystery buffs and avid bakers alike, The Golden Spoon is “as addictive as bingeing your favorite culinary competition and as satisfying as a piece of your favorite cake” (Kellye Garrett, author of Like a Sister).
Jessa Maxwell
Jessa Maxwell is the author of The Golden Spoon, I Need You to Read This, and Dead of Summer. She is also the author and illustrator of five picture books for children. Her comics and cartoons have been published in The New Yorker and The New York Times and her writing has been published in Slate, Marie Claire, and many others. She now lives in Jamestown, Rhode Island, with her husband, two cats and three-legged dog.
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Reviews for The Golden Spoon
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Excelent characterisation, simple but eficient twists, novelty of the environment
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Fun book to read!
Loved the characters! Nice writing style, compelling mystery, plenty of suspense. - Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5It was a really nice read! It was intriguing and easy to read. It really mirrored the great british baking show in so many ways and kinda reminded me of fan fiction but also fan fiction done right ahahah. The mystery element was quite strong until it wasn’t towards the end, it was quite predictable but the character development was good enough to have kept me going. Really enjoyed it overall :)
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5A fun little romp. The ending wasn’t a surprise, and though it’s not very desirable for a murder mystery, sometimes it’s satisfying to have things work out the way you want. And anyone who’s watched the Great British Bake Off will delight in imagining the wicked goings on behind the scenes.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A very fun and delightful Great British Bake Off meets Agatha Christie mystery! I'm not a big mystery reader so I was excited to find a book that has the things I love (baking), relatable characters, and an air of mystery without being too dark. A delightful book for any time of the year, I'm sure it will be greatly enjoyed by all who read it!
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5I couldn't resist a book described as a mashup of the movie [Clue] and 'The Great British Baking Show.' Sadly, I should have paid more attention to the lukewarm reviews I saw of it and at least tempered my expectations...[The Golden Spoon] started off well enough, setting up the plot and characters. Betsy Martin is a grande dame of American baking and hosts a baking competition at her family home in Vermont. This year, 6 contestants will be vying for the coveted Golden Spoon. We meet the characters in alternating chapters as they prepare for and arrive for the show. And then weird things start happening - someone is sabotaging some of the bakes, strange footsteps are heard at night, some people appear to be keeping secrets.... It really could have been a fun novel, but the characters are incredibly flat, the writing barely rises above pedestrian, and the ultimate denouement is just kind of dumb. I'm not sorry I read it, as there were some good moments, but overall, it was a big bowl of meh.3.25 stars
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5fiction - murder and suspense on the set of a baking contest show against the backdrop of a New England country manor.I enjoyed the way each contestant's backstory unfolded in this delightful light read.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5This is a fun drama about a baking show (that of course is all too similar to the GBB). There happens to be a body drop around 80%, and then the final chunk is a bit of a murder mystery/unraveling of secrets. While there is some mischief involved in the actual bake-off competition, it was largely unrelated to the murder (which I feel was pretty obvious, I don't think that's a spoiler). This is definitely a fun one if you enjoy the GBB and a taste of crime.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Betsy Grafton, the longtime host of Bake Week and "America's Grandmother", discovers a dead body in the baking tent. We're then transported a couple weeks back to meet the six baking show contestants, who each have their turn narrating this story that Janet Evanovich described as a mashup of "The Great British Bakeoff" and Clue. An intriguing premise for a first novel, but unfortunately suffers from the drawbacks of the same. The baking and competition description are the best part of the novel, while the characters were a little flat to me and the secrets that started coming out were not all that surprising. Despite the dead body in the first chapter, we don't even know who died until well over half the book, and the mystery of what happened is not the point after all, as we're told only a few chapters later. A light and fast read, but skippable.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Baking shows are hot - and this book takes the concept a little further - into murder. Betsy Grafton, "America's Grandmother" is the owner of Grafton House, a large mansion. To keep the house maintained, she has created Bake Week, a baking competition with prizes and fame for the winner. However, she is not excited about being paired with Archie Morris as a co-host. As the 6 contestants arrive, each one is excited about the competition for various reasons. However, someone is sabotaging several of the dessert's and/or their ingredients. The characters each provide their reasons in various chapters. The most engaging, to me, was the elderly woman who lived in Grafton House as a child. As the story develops, there is a murder, and a long ago secret comes to light. The story of the young girl being wowed by the older man and the promise of fame disappointed me.Just OK.
- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5The obvious Bake Off rip off i can forgive, the bad writing less so.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Engaging, quick-reading, and mostly fun way to while away a few hours. Like others, I was attracted by the mashup of a 'mystery' mashup of a reality baking show contest and Clue which the book mostly delivers on albeit not as flavorfully as I'd hoped.To goose ratings, this season's contest will for the first time feature a co-host, something the show's long-time host is not too keen on. Both hosts and contestants will be housed in the host's family manor without access to social media or their phones for the duration of filming. Drama and intrigue ensues both on-camera and off as there may or may not be a show saboteur, an illicit affair, and a murderer under the roof. The story unfolds through the perspectives of the various contestants. The first part of the book is organized around the bake-offs of particular items (sweet and savory breads! cakes!). The descriptions of what the contestants choose to bake and why are delicious to read, but after the first two contests, the baking contest becomes mostly stage dressing.IMO, when the bake-off element plays out, what could have been a novel recipe gets a little soggy. The ending serves up resolutions if you're willing to squint and take some logical leaps. While there's no day-after regret and it's a decent palate cleanse between reads, I found myself hungry for something more substantive as a chaser.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Synopsis: Betsy runs a baking show out of the family manor home she grew up in. Her producers want to bring in a new assistant host/judge to spice the show up a bit. Unfortunately, as the Baking Show's season begins contestants believe someone is sabotaging their bakes. Then, murder happens. My rating: 4/5Overall I really enjoyed this book. The concept of a murder mystery held in a Great British Bake off setting checks so many of my bookish boxes. There are a lot of characters to keep track of but I read this as an audio book and there was an excellent ensemble cast so I didn't have too much trouble keeping straight who was who. All the characters were complex and most of them had detailed back stories. This book also had a diverse cast of characters, which I always appreciate seeing. I enjoyed learning about each character almost as much as I enjoyed the baking part of the book. There are actually three mysteries going on in the book. The book opens with one mystery but it takes quite a while in the book to get back to that mystery and by the time we do there are two other mysteries happening. I wasn't equally invested in the mysteries and I cared about some more than others. I also liked the outcome of some of them more than others. There were a couple places where I really needed to suspend my disbelief but I was having such a fun time I didn't care.I also think the "justice" at the end was a bit lacking. I generally like to feel that the bad guys in mysteries I read got what was coming to them and I didn't feel that way with how this book ended. Despite some mild disappointments about the mystery elements I had a great time reading this and would recommend to other readers who also love the Great British Baking show.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I love cookbooks and cooking shows and murder mysteries so this was really fun, the characters are so different and distinct that you never confuse them and each one really stands out. I'd love a companion cookbook for all the delightful food presented, the author really knows her stuff in this field.
Definitely a story that makes you think beyond what's black and white when you realize what's going on. I took sides of so many characters while hating them but also feeling some sort of an understanding of what they were going through. Super fun when that happens.1 person found this helpful
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Six contestants and two co-hosts gather for a baking competition at a stately home in rural Vermont. All is going smoothly (well, not really, as there have been several incidents that look like sabotage) until one dark and stormy night, when a dead body is found in the baking tent.The premise is a clear homage to the Great British Bake-Off, which was what initially appealed to me about the book. It's a great setting for a murder, especially when you throw in the mysterious old house in the middle of nowhere. The author does a good job of distinguishing the characters from one another with their descriptions and backstories, though not always with voice when they are the character narrating the chapter. I had some issues with the plot, and some logistical questions about the murder itself. There's some unreliable narrator stuff going on at one point that feels like cheating when the solution to the mystery is revealed. None of these were real deal-breakers for me, and as this is Maxwell's first book, I would certainly be willing to give future books a try. All in all, a mystery with the cozy factor of a baking show.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I wasn't sure if I would like this novel, but surprisingly I totally enjoyed it - it wasn't at all what I expected.
Instead of a cozy mystery or take on reality TV, it's a sweet dive into various characters and personalities. I really enjoyed "meeting" Gerald, Stella, Peter, Pradyumna, Hannah and Lottie.
And, although I'm not a baker, I also liked reading about the pleasure folks find in the baking process.
Thank you to Simon & Schuster and to NetGalley for the opportunity to read The Golden Spoon! I am eager to check out Ms. Maxwell's next book when she writes it. - Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A fun whodunit with a good cast of intriguing characters, set on a cozy cooking competition show. I thought it was a bit strange and confusing to set a clear homage to the Great British Bakeoff, with characters, social classes, and the reality of our different strains of reality T.V. clearly taken from the UK side of the pond, in the U.S. I didn't really understand that choice, as there wasn't anything in the novel that seemed particularly American and instead a lot that seemed particularly British!
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Every year six amateur bakers gather on the grounds of Grafton Manor to film the fan-favorite show Bake Week while competing for the coveted Golden Spoon. Famed baker Betsy Grafton has been hosting the show since the beginning. Despite being known as "America's Grandmother" to the outside world, Betsy is cold, calculating, and precise in everything she does. So is comes as a shock, when the producers of Bake Week decide to stick her with a co-host for the upcoming tenth season. And not just any co-host, but Archie Morris - a younger, hipper, award-wining baker who also has hosting experience on the show Cutting Board. Regardless with how the season is shaping up, Betsy needs the income from Bake Week to keep Grafton Manor - her family's legacy - afloat. So this time around, Betsy welcomes Stella - a former journalist who picked up baking after quitting her job; Lottie - the oldest contestant of the group who has always loved baking; Pradyumna - who became a millionaire after selling an app and now becomes invested in various hobbies; Gerald - a math teacher who expects to win with his precise recipes; Peter - who works in construction and love baking for his family; and Hannah - the youngest contestant this season who hopes to make her day-job as a server into a full-time life as a baker. All come to the tent with a love of baking, but each also has their own secrets, and someone will wind up dead. For me, The Golden Spoon really captures what I want out of my behind-the-scenes look at a popular baking competition. Not necessarily the murder aspect mind you, but we get a lot of the thoughts of the bakers and their prep, where they're coming from in regards to how baking has insinuated itself within their lives. The anxiety and the rush of doing something that you love, that you know you're good at in front of millions of viewers. Then we add in the mystery which I think Jessa Maxwell does to perfect effect. The story kind of starts off at the end, so the most of the book is building up to how we get to those opening moments. We don't know who is murdered (although it's not difficult to figure out) and we definitely don't know who committed the crime. Everyone is a suspect, but it also stands that everyone could be the victim as well. I found this an interesting path to take. Also, there's the history aspect of Grafton Manor. Being Betsy's family for generations as well as the hosting location of Bake Week, there are plenty of skeletons in the closet so to speak. I thought that the story moved along at a good clip. It is sectioned off into baking days and then further from each contestant's point of view which offers an in-depth views into what has brought each contestant to the tent, and also their potential motivations. I was invested in these characters and figuring out how things were going to go down. I will say that while I feel like we do get a satisfying ending, I'm not sure the build up pays off in the end. I kind of wish there was a different twist.Regardless, I'm interested to see where Jessa Maxwell goes with her next book. I would have no reservations about picking it up.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Great British Bake-Off is one of my favourite television shows so I couldn’t resist the premise of Jessa Maxwell’s debut cosy mystery novel, The Golden Spoon.It's season 10 of ‘Bake Week’, the nation’s most popular cooking competition show hosted by grandmotherly celebrity chef Betsy Martin. Filmed in the grounds of Martin’s ancestral home, Grafton Manor, six contestants will compete in a series of day long competitions over a week, leading to a showdown between the final two bakers, one of whom will be awarded the coveted Golden Spoon. A prologue introduces the mystery with the discovery of a body in the bake-off tent in the midst of a storm. The story is then told from seven points of view revealing the actions of the hosts, crew, and contestants prior to the murder. Learning that Betsy Martin is unhappy with the show’s new co-host, foisted upon her the production company, is the first sign not all is well behind the scenes of ‘Bake Week’. Archie Morris is a boor, but it soon becomes evident he is not Betsy’s only problem after she overhears an upsetting conversation between her PA and a cameraman. The intrigue then ramps up as the first of the contestants is eliminated due to the use of salt instead of sugar in his chocolate-custard filled horns. It could have been a simple mistake due to nerves, but as filming progresses, sabotage seems more likely.There are plenty of suspects for both the sabotage and murder, including among the six contestants of varying backgrounds who range in age from 22 to 74, and come from all over the country. Though all of them want to win the Golden Spoon, some seem to have other motives for participating in the show. I liked how Maxwell introduced these characters and expanded upon their personalities, revealed as the narrative switches between their first person perspectives. As for the hosts, it’s hard not to visualise Mary Berry (as opposed to Prue Leith) and Paul Hollywood as Betsy and Archie.There’s not really much in the way of suspense in The Golden Spoon, which is reflected by the measured pace. The murder doesn’t happen until quite late in the book but the resolution doesn’t feel rushed. It is a little melodramatic though, with an unexpected, and slightly odd, twist. I appreciated the happy ending though.It’s perhaps a shame that a bonus recipe or three isn’t included, but The Golden Spoon is an entertaining cosy mystery.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I enjoyed this debut mystery way more than I thought I would. I'm usually not a fan of `cozy mysteries` and prefer true thrillers and suspense novels. But this was very entertaining and a quick and easy read. I look forward to the Hulu series and reading more from Jessa Maxwell. Thanks to Goodreads for the ARC.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A very fun and delightful Great British Bake Off meets Agatha Christie mystery! I'm not a big mystery reader so I was excited to find a book that has the things I love (baking), relatable characters, and an heir of mystery without being too dark. A delightful book for any time of the year, I'm sure it will be greatly enjoyed by all who read it!
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The Golden Spoon - Jessa Maxwell
Prologue
BETSY
Betsy presses her cell phone to her ear, trying to hear. The wind and rain howl at the windows, rattling the glass. We’re stuck out here. We won’t be able to come back for a while,
Melanie’s voice crackles with static. This weather has taken down a bunch of trees. We’re waiting for emergency services to get them out of the road, but there’s no sign of them yet. We won’t be—
You’re cut off from Grafton?
Betsy can feel the panic rising in her chest. The whole crew has already left for the day, packing up quickly and going into town to avoid driving in the storm, and now it’s just her and Archie and the contestants alone in the manor. The thought fills her with dread. She shudders and pulls her thin cashmere sweater closer around her.
What? The line keeps cutting out. Someone is going to have to go check on the tent. There’s a ton of camera equipment out there. I know the tech stuff isn’t your domain, but could you just go outside and make sure the flaps are sealed? I am just praying that tent is sturdy enough to make it through the storm. They’re saying it’s going to get worse tonight before it gets better. I’m sorry to ask you but there’s no one else. I tried calling Archie, but he didn’t pick up. Maybe you could—
I’ll do it,
Betsy snaps. There is no way she is going to ask anything of that man after what he’s done. But this is really… unacceptable.
She feels a surge of anger as she hangs up. In the ten years she has been the host of Bake Week, she has never had to do any of the grunt work. Checking on the tent in the dark in the middle of a torrential downpour is not in her job description. She takes a deep breath. It was partly her fault, she realizes, for making the crew stay in town. She could never bear the thought of them traipsing through Grafton Manor with all their equipment and dirty shoes.
There’s a flash of lightning at the window followed by a violent bang of thunder. Betsy goes into her walk-in closet and reaches for her father’s heavy yellow rain jacket. As she slides her arms into it, she is disappointed to find it no longer smells of his cigars, only of the slightly mildewy musk that comes with neglect. It’s a smell and a state she is constantly battling at Grafton Manor. She feels a pang of guilt. Richard Grafton would be devastated to see this place so down at the heels. He was always devoted to the manor. He’d have found a way to keep it going, no matter the cost. She sighs, stretching to get an old metal flashlight off the shelf.
Betsy makes her way through the corridor and out into the main stairwell. Rain taps frantically on the two floor to ceiling windows in the foyer. She hurries down the steps to the front door, already feeling vulnerable. She pulls her hood up and forces the heavy wood door open, struggling against the wind. The tent is only ten feet away at most, but the rain is so heavy it appears as a white blur. She steels herself and steps outside. The wind drives the rain sideways, nearly blinding her as she descends the front steps, flanked by two stone lions. Their heads rest wearily in their crossed paws, as if they’ve given in to the storm. She crosses the short patch of gravel drive to the lawn, the rain pelting her in sheets. As soon as her feet hit the lawn, the heel of her right shoe descends into the fresh sod. It sticks there, making her nearly lose her balance. She hops on one foot, pulling the shoe up from the mud with a sucking sound and shoving her wet foot back inside. She is already drenched. She angrily anticipates the cleanup they’ll have to do before filming resumes. It will delay everything. It will cost money, lots of it. This season is turning into a horrible mess.
Their chemistry is lacking,
that’s what The Post wrote recently after the footage from the first day was leaked. It was under the headline "What Will Happen to Bake Week?" As if somehow the press believes that the problem is both of them. No one ever complained about her chemistry before he got here. There was no problem with anything until he got here.
Angrily, she pulls open the flap at the back of the tent, switching on her flashlight. The rain hits the tent in noisy bursts drumming at the peaked canvas ceiling. She sweeps the flashlight around the open space. Each table is immaculately arranged, as is usual after the crew cleans them at the end of the day, before the bakers will return in the early morning to dirty every surface imaginable with dustings of flour and gobs of dough. Now every stand mixer is perfectly aligned with the next, each carefully arranged colander of baking utensils on display. It’s an optimistic scene of pastel colors and light woods. One that lends itself well to the show’s folksy niceness. And generally it’s true that the bakers, chosen and vetted to within an inch of their lives, are also nice. Betsy makes sure of it. Some of them can be a bit curmudgeonly. But they try so hard, they want so desperately to be perfect, to win, so you have to give them that. Betsy knows she hasn’t ever had to work so hard as some of them. This group is no different. Sure, there have been… challenges. It certainly hasn’t been easy this time around.
There’s another crack of lightning, a violent bang as it connects to something nearby. Betsy shudders and makes her way up to the bank of cameras on the right. They look secure enough. The ground around them is dry.
She swings the flashlight around the tent one last time, ready to go back inside and warm herself up with a glass of port. To try to forget today ever happened. But then she notices something at the front of the tent. There is an object sitting on the judging table. She trains the flashlight on it, approaching slowly. It looks like a cake. Someone must have left it there from today’s baking challenge, which is odd. Usually everything is cleaned up after filming. As she moves forward, she can see that it’s already baked, a slice cleaved neatly from it. Cherry red liquid dribbles from the stand, down the back of the table where it mingles with a deep puddle of water. The rain has found its way inside. She steps closer, her heart sinking. A mess this big will cause a delay in filming. It will be expensive and taxing.
A drop of water lands on her face and she jumps. She reaches her hand up to wipe it away. The liquid feels smooth and slippery. Reaching her fingers in the beam of the flashlight, she is shocked to find they are streaked with bright red. It feels like—
She turns her flashlight up. Its spotlight trails into the peaked roof of the tent until it stops on something. Before her eyes even make sense of the horror above her, she starts to scream.
TWO WEEKS AGO
For immediate release:
Grafton, Vermont [May 23, 2023]—Flixer streaming service announces they are beginning to film season ten of the hit show Bake Week. The beloved baking show, which captured the world’s hearts a decade ago, has upped the ante this season for its tenth anniversary with a new cohost at the front of the tent. Veteran judge and show creator Betsy Martin is slated to return but this year she’ll be joined by award-winning baker and Cutting Board host Archie Morris. This is the first time in the show’s history that Betsy has shared the tent with another host. Filming will once again take place on the grounds of Betsy Martin’s family estate in the mountains of northern Vermont.
Six home bakers will descend on Grafton Manor on June 5 to compete for the title of America’s best baker. They will compete from Monday to Friday in a series of five intensive, daylong competitions, leading to a showdown between the final two bakers on Friday. The winner of Bake Week will receive a contract for their own baking-focused cookbook, published with Flying Fork Press, a division of Magnus Books, the preeminent cookbook publisher in America. Most importantly, the winner will take home the coveted Golden Spoon trophy and the title of America’s Best Home Baker.
We are ready to announce the identities of the six bakers who have been hand-selected from among over ten thousand eager applicants. They are all excellent bakers at home, but we are eager to see how they do in the tent.
STELLA VELASQUEZ
A former journalist for The Republic, Stella lives in Brooklyn, New York. After challenging herself to master the art of baking in just under a year, Stella is the competition’s most inexperienced contestant, though her skill level is that of a much more seasoned baker. She prefers cakes above all other bakes and adores making and decorating them for friends in New York. Stella loves all things Bake Week and credits the show and Betsy Martin with helping her through many hard times in her life. "It’s an honor of a lifetime to compete in Bake Week in spite of being such a newbie, but meeting my hero Betsy Martin will be an accomplishment all on its own."
HANNAH SEVERSON
Hannah hails from Eden Lake, Minnesota. She is the pride and joy of the local diner, Polly’s, where she has worked as a baker and server since she was fifteen years old. Her innovative pie recipes have made her into a local legend. A bit of a prodigy at twenty-one, Hannah is the second-youngest contestant in the history of Bake Week, a testament to her dedication to baking. When she is not causing a stir with her pies at Polly’s Diner, she likes to test out her recipes for breads and desserts on her family and neighbors, especially her boyfriend, Ben. Baking is everything to me, I can’t wait to show the world what I’m made of.
GERALD BAPTISTE
Gerald is a Bronx, New York, native whose day job is as a math teacher for advanced high school students. He spends his spare time sourcing new ingredients for his highly scientific bakes. As a result, Gerald has formed close ties with local grain farmers, whom he often visits upstate. When he can he likes to hand-grind his own flours as well as make his own essences and extracts from scratch. Baking, very much like life, is about formulating the best possible outcome with the variables you are given.
PRADYUMNA DAS
Entrepreneur Pradyumna is the creator and former CEO of the company Spacer, an app that identifies free parking spaces across urban areas. After selling his company, Pradyumna took to the more relaxing pastime of baking, which he does for friends, often entertaining at his Boston penthouse. His approach to baking is laid-back, and he often improvises ingredients and techniques when whipping up his unique creations. This competition isn’t about winning for me, it’s about experiencing something new and pushing my boundaries to see what kind of baker and person I can become.
LOTTIE BYRNE
Lottie is a retired registered nurse from Kingston, Rhode Island. In her spare time, Lottie loves to bake treats for her daughter, Molly. She has an impressive collection of mixing bowls decorating her cottage. Lottie was taught to bake by her mother, and she has been working on her recipes from a very young age. Her specialty is adapting traditional bakes with a contemporary edge. "It has been my life’s mission to compete on Bake Week. I cannot wait to show Betsy Martin what kind of baker I am."
PETER GELLAR
Peter lives with his family in Woodsville, New Hampshire. He works in construction and specializes in the restoration of old buildings. When Peter isn’t traveling the East Coast repairing molding and inlaid floors, he can be found in his favorite place—his family kitchen—baking delicious treats for his husband, Frederick, and their three-year-old daughter, Lulu. Recipes are like architecture; a combination of tested methods with personal elements is what makes a bake memorable.
FOUR DAYS EARLIER
GERALD
I wasn’t surprised when I got the call, though my heart rate did accelerate rapidly. I know this because my watch lit up and gave me one reward point for exercising. And I wasn’t surprised at all when they told me I’d been accepted as a contestant on Bake Week because I am an excellent baker. Anyone can be an excellent baker if they’re disciplined enough. It’s just chemistry. To make a perfect cake, all you need are the right equations. Measurements must be precise to yield a crispy mille-feuille, a lacy Florentine, a perfectly chewy pie crust. Temperatures must be controlled and deliberate, if you want to make a soufflé rise or chocolate glaze shine like glass. You can find equations everywhere in life, if you look in the right places.
Say you want to take public transportation all the way from your apartment in the Bronx to a country estate in Vermont for a televised cooking show, as I am doing now. You just need to be fully acquainted with the timetables. You’ll take the D subway line to 34th Street, exiting out of the northwest entrance and coming out onto 34th Street. Then you’ll walk two avenues west to the northeast entrance of the Moynihan Train Hall, leaving you exactly eleven minutes to wait for the Vermonter train, which departs at 8:15. That will get you into Brattleboro at exactly 3:45. There, you’ll have time for a coffee at a café across from the station before you hop on the shuttle you’ve scheduled to drive you out to the entrance of Grafton Manor.
I’ve mapped Grafton Manor out using blueprints I downloaded from the Vermont Historical Society’s online database. It’s an enormous house, but I feel like I know the place now, which brings me some comfort as I do not generally enjoy being in new places, particularly not with strangers and for an entire week. I’ve memorized routes from the guest rooms to the dining room, the dining room to the tent, and calculated the length of time it will take me to get to each.
I’ve gone over the variables of my journey so many times that I barely need to look at the schedule I’ve made up for myself as I get off the subway car with my bags and walk briskly down the platform. A man is playing the violin on the platform, Bach. I recognize it immediately as Violin Sonata No. 1 in G minor. As I was able to get an express train, I allow myself two minutes to listen. I close my eyes. The music carries me away from the filthy station back to my childhood kitchen table. I remember every detail, every nick in the wood, every tear in the vinyl-backed chairs my mother would make me sit at until I finished my homework. She would switch on the radio, filling the tiny kitchen with grand symphonies. Classical music was good for studying, she said. While I solved mathematical equations, she would bake, the air becoming thick with the fragrance of cakes in the oven, melted chocolate, sugary fruit reducing on the tiny stovetop.
My mother was an immigrant from Grenada. She’d been trained as a chemist, but when she came to the United States she was unable to use her degree, so she took a job cleaning for a rich family in Manhattan. When the wife got wind of her cooking ability, she was tasked with providing meals for them as well. It was her cakes that garnered her the most attention. Soon all the families in Tribeca were asking for my mother to make treats for their children’s school birthdays or their evening cocktail parties. My mother took baking very seriously and practiced at home, and often in the middle of the night I would wander out and she’d give me a glass of warm milk and a taste of whatever she was cooking. Finally, the year I turned fifteen, after nearly two decades of patiently practicing and saving, she opened her own bakery. I begged to work there instead of going to school, but she never relented. My baking education was to be done after schoolwork if time allowed. I explained all this in the application video, plus my expertise in hand-ground flours.
Filming falls during my school’s summer break, so I am not bound to my teaching job right now. Of course, I still have a routine I adhere to when school is not in session. I’ve broken down the benefit-to-detriment ratios, though, and the numbers always come out in favor of going. If I win, which I have at least a one in six if not higher chance given my expertise, I will have proven to myself that I am what I think I am, that my calculations are correct. If I lose, I will return to my normal schedule in just a week’s time.
I give the violinist ten dollars and carry on to the exit, emerging into the bright New York morning. I make my way down 34th Street, jostling with tourists and pedestrians, dodging men on the sidewalk selling knockoff sunglasses and flavored ices. I’ve allotted time for them in my schedule. Finally, I arrive at the northeast entrance to the train station. I check my watch: 8:04.
I feel the warm assurance of being on time, of having gotten it right. I carry my bags into the central hall, scanning the timetable to be sure, though I know it by heart.
I look for the Vermonter, but it is not listed where it should be, right between the Northeast Regional and the Acela service to Washington. I instantly scan and find it farther down the list flashing in red: Delayed, stand by for more info.
A cold dread descends on me. Things never go well when they don’t go according to plan.
HANNAH
Other than the wave of blue mountains in the distance, I’m disheartened to see that Vermont isn’t much different from where I live in Eden Lake, Minnesota. The same small towns cling to the sides of the same state highways with the same abandoned gas stations and part-empty strip malls. The same lonely white churches sit in the same overgrown parking lots, their peeling paint visible from the road as I speed past in the back of a black SUV. The driver had been there to meet me at the airport in Burlington just like the Bake Week coordinators had said he would, holding a printed placard with my name, Hannah Severson. I had expected a bit more fanfare, to be honest, not that I’d thought that Betsy Martin would come fetch me herself, but maybe there’d be someone else there with the driver, a producer or an assistant, someone to welcome me and talk to me on the journey. The driver silently huffed my bags onto a trolly and walked out to the parking lot. I could only assume I was to follow him.
Ride’s just over two hours,
he’d said, opening the back door and handing me a small bottle of water.
The soft hum of the air conditioner is the only sound as we drive through the rural landscape, each town we pass smaller and emptier than the last. I try to shake off this initial disappointment. Bake Week is merely a stepping-stone to my future, not the entire thing, I try to remind myself. I have far more glamour in store for me. After all, I’m only twenty-one. That’s still very young. Only the second-youngest contestant ever to compete on Bake Week. And besides, there’s nothing like Grafton Manor in Eden Lake. It will all be in my grasp in less than two hours.
Just have fun,
Ben had told me this morning when he dropped me off at the airport. As I’d leaned over to kiss him goodbye, his hound Frank poked his head in between our seats and licked my chin. I’d petted him and laughed, mentally reminding myself to touch up my makeup later.
I promise,
I’d said and put on my most cheerful face, the one I know Ben likes—the one everybody likes. But secretly I’d thought, You don’t understand what this means to me. Fun is just fleeting, a momentary pleasure. It comes in on a cloud and evaporates before you can even recognize it for what it is. Success is different. It is something you can hold on to, something you can count and that goes with you everywhere like a designer handbag. Being on Bake Week is everything to me. It is my chance—maybe my only chance—to do something important with my life. Something better and bigger than just working at Polly’s Diner.
My coworkers threw a party before I left. Brian, Lucille, and Sarah organized it. They’d put up crepe paper streamers and pushed all the tables to one side for dancing and invited everyone I knew from town. Polly even closed the whole restaurant early and everyone came out to drink boxed wine and eat slices of pie from the refrigerated lazy Susan. I just knew Hannah’s pies were something special, didn’t I?
Polly said that night to anyone who would listen, trying to steal some credit. From the moment I got the call I was accepted, everything changed. They all wanted to be around me now that they knew I was going to be on Bake Week. I feel guilty knowing that, if I do everything just right, I will never serve a slice of pie to anyone at the diner ever again.
It’s not that I hate working at Polly’s, but I mean who wouldn’t want Bake Week to help make them a career? I’ve seen the massive Instagram following the past winners have, the successful YouTube channels, the cookbook and the endorsement deals they’ve scored. One winner even has her own line of cookware—pots and pans with her name embossed in gold cursive along the handle—sold in stores all around the country and on QVC. Bake Week changed their lives. It’s not wrong that I want it to change mine too.
The SUV finally pulls off the main highway and onto a narrow road flanked by a dark pine forest. I try to calm my nerves. I take a deep breath, telling myself to get a grip. I would hate to show up looking frazzled, but I’m so excited I can hardly handle it. More excited than when I graduated from high school—the first one in my family to walk that stage in June and not later with a GED—and more excited than I was before my first date with Ben. Bake Week can take me farther in life than school or Ben ever could. As long as I don’t mess it up. I can’t bear to think of myself as one of those contestants who leave in the first couple days, only to be forgotten quickly, their fame snuffed out before their social media accounts even have the time to be verified.
I look down at my hands. I’ve tried so hard not to, with the filming coming up and all, but on the ride from the airport I’ve ripped my cuticles to shreds with my teeth. I hope I remembered to pack a nail file in my bag. I take a small compact out of my purse and look myself over in the mirror, checking that my bangs are hanging just right. The makeup I’d put on during the flight over hasn’t budged, but I top up my lipstick with a fresh coat of gloss anyway.
The SUV comes around a bend and out of the woods. As we pass through a tall stone gate Grafton Manor comes into view. I look up at it through the car window, my jaw hanging open. Even though I’ve seen it on TV a million times, I