90 Good Roasts Novels & Stories

Their prices were a little high, but their meat was the very best. Going to the small butcher shop, she bought a lovely two-rib roast of beef. It was Angus beef, perfectly trimmed with a very large rib eye. Then she even loaded up with more steaks, chops, pork and chicken. As she wrote out a check for the very pleased butcher, she realized it was more than she had ever spent on food at one time in her entire life.

Since she said something's wrong with your store, then there must be a problem! Behind Mr. Fletcher stood a few other regulars of mine. Now, they all regarded me with suspicion and scrutiny. "Gary's right, Ms. Lawson. Your food… Honestly, it's too greasy. It's unhealthy." "Yeah. For a dollar… Really, it's not like we can't afford it. Can't you improve the dishes?" "Every day, it's either braised pork ribs or smoked ham. It gets tiresome."

I leaned back, and he slid a plate onto the table in front of me. It was a roasted turkey. The skin was a deep, glistening gold, dotted with cracked black pepper and sprigs of rosemary. It was steaming, the meat so tender it looked like it was falling away from the bone. There were small roasted potatoes around the edges, swimming in a thick, clear fat. Then I looked at Fenris’s tray. It was twice the size of mine. On it sat a full lamb—entire, head to tail, roasted until the skin was dark and crispy.

Lance asked. "Don't think about the bad that happened, also think about the good. I mean, that cake earlier was absolutely delicious. And the steak, oh my god, I have had tons, but Alvanchi sure knows how to tenderize their meat." Roxanne gave a soft laugh, her voice light and joyful as she fawned over the delicious meal she had eaten during their date. Lance chuckled on seeing this, "You're right, both the cake and the meat were good." Lance said and pulled her closer, leaving room for zero space between them.

She said as she opened the heavy leather bind menu. "Their steaks are good, you want to try it?" Rowan smiled, seeming that he had forgotten all about Wren already. Twenty minutes later, Cassidy was trying not to moan while taking a bite of the juiciest steak she had in months. She usually had the half-ass steak where the meat was too dry or the blood was still present on the inside. But the steak on her plate was heavenly, the mashed potatoes were creamy and soft, the veggies were sweet and delicious, and the man in front of her was not too shabby, she thought.

I nodded, “Yeah. That’s also why I was running around like a chicken with my head cut off yesterday.” I walked to the ovens and put my oven mitts on. I pulled out the first roaster and basted the prime rib roast inside. I took out my meat thermometer and read it; one hundred thirty degrees… perfect. I pulled it out and put the roaster on the burners. I took the roast out and put it on a platter, then made au jus with some of the drippings, them beef gravy with the rest. I started slicing the roast and Luna Kate took a slice. She smiled and nodded, “That’s perfect.” She gave half the slice to Alpha Ben. He smiled, “That’s awesome!” Luna Kate added, “I’m going to go ahead and order lunch. We n

"Put it on my tab." "Oh, I am keeping a ledger," Ben tapped his forehead. "This coffee is forty dollars a cup. Inflation is a killer." He moved to the back, tossing a raw, defrosting steak (labeled 'Wagyu - Grade A5') to Valerius. The Wolf King caught it in mid-air and didn't bother with the plate. I stood up, wincing as my leg protested. I needed to move. The comfort was suffocating me.

From the adjoining kitchen, a perfume of spices lurked around his head. He was invited to the dining room where he was shown his meal. "I hope you'll like it," Elizabeth said, smiling impatiently. He read the expression and opened the cover to reveal a Sunday Roast! His favourite. Now just in case you're not familiar with British foods, a Sunday Roast is made up of roasted meat (beef, chicken, lamb or pork; here it was lamb), roast potatoes, Yorkshire pudding, stuffings, vegetables (usually a selection of parsnips, Brussel sprouts, peas, carrots, beans, broccoli and cauliflower, not necessarily all, even though this one did have all) and gravy. As he pulled the cover lid up, he was enveloped

Robin was a gentle soul. The first time we met, he was wearing a light gray sweater. He was quiet and a man of few words, but every single time I spoke, he listened intently. It took us three months to collaborate on that project. During those three months, he never once asked about my past, nor did he beat around the bush to test the waters. He simply made sure a delicious cup of coffee was waiting for me at every single meeting. I liked my lattes with less sugar and an extra shot of espresso.