90 Good Roasts Novels & Stories

“Let me know what you think of it. I didn’t follow my mom’s recipe.” Amerie took a bite. Rosemary, thyme, and sage danced on her tastebuds as the tender meat nearly melted. “It’s delicious! I don’t think I’ve ever had a roast this good. My mom would barely season them growing up. Thank you for making dinner.” Everett smiled at her. “Of course. I’m glad you like it.”

“The best you have.” The butcher’s smile broadened. “Romance is in the air tonight,” he said. “It’s the big man’s lucky night, is it?” Sally demurred and looked down at the black and white tiles of the floor. “As it happens you’re in luck,” he said. “I have a nice piece of dry hung tenderloin for you. How thick would you like it cut?” “An inch or so, I guess.” “An inch and a half is best, keeps it nice and tender on the inside, just like me,” he said with a wink.

I scowl at it. If Ragnar thinks I'm going to play his game, then he's grossly mistaken. I make way for the bathroom, but my hand brushes over the shelf, knocking a book down. I'm about to pick it up and toss it back in the shelf when I stop, looking at the open page. An image of a hooded man, dressed in a black coat, swinging a scythe in one hand stares back at me. "The tale of the three wolf packs..." I whisper, reading the caption underneath.

He can’t stop looking into her soulful brown eyes and beautiful face. "I hope you like steak. I was told they have an amazing bone-in rib steak for two that is perfectly seasoned with caramelized onions and mushrooms—served with their best bottle of red wine. I know you like sweets. Do you eat red meat?" He asked, giving her eye contact with those sultry, piercing blue eyes.

"I really like Brussels sprouts, actually. Is that weird?" "Not at all," I assured her, steering the cart towards the leafy greens. "Brussels sprouts it is. We'll roast them with some balsamic vinegar and honey. You'll love it." As we made our way through the store, our cart slowly filled with a mishmash of ingredients. Organic, grass-fed ribeye steaks for grilling. A wheel of imported Parmigiano-Reggiano that Dad insisted was "the only real Parmesan." A loaf of crusty sourdough from the in-house bakery. Bottles of cold-pressed olive oil and aged balsamic vinegar.

Chastity smiled shyly at him. “I will. On one condition.” Colby said. “What condition?” Chastity asked sadly. “Tell me how the hell you make your coffee so good. Every other coffee tastes like shit compared to yours.” Colby grumbled. “Really?” Chastity laughed. “Hell yes! The only good coffee is yours. All the rest is crap.” “Fine. One spoon of french roast, one spoon of hazelnut, and one spoon of dark roast. But them in a container, shake it well, then dump in the filter, and start.”

I sighed in dismay, calming myself, letting it slide, moving on, and facing the future with another person. ~~~ Past five, when I got home, preparing a Melt-in-Your-Mouth Chuck Roast dish for Ally, a perfect combination with red wine. I tasted it before serving and added lemon juice to tame it down, which helped a little. The meat was tender enough but just too sweet. Diced Italian tomatoes were the best combination of them. Everything is under control—Ready for dinner when Ally arrives. I'm sure she's exhausted from work. She's very devoted to their company. No wonder it is legendary.

Haters gonna hate. Mat was already at a table, with a pile of food and he waved at us. I waved back with a smile and Kami waved as well. We got in line for food and I turned to Tristan, slinking my arm through his, “Any recommendations on what’s good?” I asked, smiling up at him. “All of it is good, but the roast beef is usually the best.” “I’ll try that then.” I loaded my own plate with roast beef, brussel sprouts, squash, zucchini and a bit of teriyaki chicken as well and some mashed potatoes with gravy.