'Cooking Can be Murder' ...and hilarious

Dear Editor,

It was a dark stormy night, under a clear and starlit sky. I was tired of being tossed around in the salad bowl of life, so I hopped into my little blue car and buzzed over to the Malta High School, where folks were gathering to witness a culminary arts contest.

It seemed that the judge for this cooking contest (Mr. James Casanova) was downright arrogant, malicious, and maniacally rude to the contestants. And last, but not yeast, he delighted in humidifying every single person with whom he came into contact!

So it was not surprising that the feisty master of ceremonies had no choi...