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Informationen zum Autor Carolyn Keene is the author of the ever-popular Nancy Drew books. Klappentext Nancy, Bess, and George are excited to be spending some of their summer at a cooking camp. But after a few days, it's clear that one of their fellow campers is not as excited as they are. Someone is sabotaging the food. It's up to the Clue Crew to figure out who's ruining the recipesNand everyone's appetite! Illustrations. Cooking Camp Disaster Off to Cooking Camp “I’ve never been to a cooking camp before,” said eight-year-old Nancy Drew. She peered out the car window eagerly. “Me neither. I wonder what we’ll learn to cook,” her friend George Fayne added. “I hope it’s cupcakes. They’re my favorite!” George’s cousin Bess Marvin chimed in. “Well, if it’s cupcakes, make sure to save a couple for me,” Hannah Gruen called out cheerfully from the driver’s seat. The Drews’ longtime housekeeper, Hannah had helped take care of Nancy from the time she was three. This morning she was driving the girls to camp. “Okay, here we are! As soon as I find a place to park, we can get you ladies settled in.” Nancy, George, and Bess were spending a week at Kid Kuisine, a summer day camp just outside their hometown of River Heights. As Hannah pulled into the driveway, Nancy craned her neck to see outside. The main building reminded her of a gingerbread house, with candy-colored shutters and flowering window boxes. The sprawling yard was filled with apple trees, gardens, and a pond. A big sign near the front door read: WELCOME TO KID KUISINE! On it were hand-painted pictures of cookies, pizza, and fruits and vegetables. This is going to be so cool! Nancy thought excitedly. Hannah led Nancy, George, and Bess inside and handed their forms to an older girl sitting at the front desk. The girl had shoulder-length brown hair and chunky black glasses; her name tag said ROSEMARY. Rosemary squinted at their forms. “Okay, so, um, welcome, Nancy, Bess, and Georgia—” “George,” George corrected her. “Sorry. George. Everyone’s in the kitchen.” Rosemary lifted her arm to direct them and accidentally knocked down a container full of pens and pencils. “Oops! Why am I always doing that?” While Rosemary picked up the pens and pencils, Hannah gave Nancy a quick hug. “I’ll see you girls later. Have fun!” “Thanks, Hannah!” Nancy said, hugging her back. Nancy and her friends headed through an arched doorway into the kitchen. It was a large, sunny room that was way bigger than Nancy’s kitchen at home. Along the walls were several fancy-looking silver refrigerators as well as shelves filled with bottles, boxes, and jars of ingredients. In the middle of the room was an enormous island with sinks and counter space. Copper pots and pans hung from the ceilings, gleaming brightly. There were six kids—three boys, three girls—sitting on stools around the island. A tall, bald man was showing one of the girls how to hold a wooden spoon properly. The man beamed at Nancy, George, and Bess. “Magnifico! You must be our last three campers! I am Chef Giorgio, your instructor in the art of fine cooking!” “Chef Giorgio? That sounds like my name, George,” George said with a smile. “I will have to call you Little Giorgio, then,” Chef Giorgio said merrily. “Come in, please, and find some empty seats. Now that we’re all here, we can go around and introduce ourselves.” Nancy and her friends sat down. The girl from the front desk, Rosemary, wandered into the kitchen just then and began rearranging a ...
