Almond Cookie X Herb Cookie Novels & Stories

Oreos, Twinkies, chips, candy, the fucking mother-load. “Oh thank God,” she said. She walked over to the drawer and grabbed the Oreos, stuffed a whole cookie in her mouth. Leo laughed and gave his approval. “Something tells me you and I are going to be friends Amberleigh. I hope you like pizza and garlic knots…”

While I mixed the herbs, she opened her notebook and wrote something down, as she did whenever I mentioned a treatment she didn’t know about. The poor woman looked positively scared when I called her. “What’s your name?” I asked softly.” “Almond, my lady.” “It’s Joy, Almond. That’s my name, no need for special treatments.” I gave her the jar and three empty little fabric bags. “Elderberry and licorice. Teah’s infallible recipe for allergy.” Once more, mentioning Teah helped me overcome suspicions. “Oh, my mother used it,” she said, and grimaced. “It tasted awful.”

"Cynthia, bring me a three-hundred-year-old herb!" Seeing that the time was right, Leon tossed a small piece of Angel's Fruit into the pot and took the herb in Cynthia's hand, before throwing it in as well. The Angel's Fruit was a spiritual herb and its effect would be magnified in the combination of a three-hundred-year-old herb and a few other herbs. Leon then signaled Iris and the others to hand him a few other herbs and tossed them into the pot, before taking the spiritual energy from the Spiritual Pearl and sending it into the alchemy pot through his finger to combine the herbs.

Nicole pov Amber walked into the office, balancing a brown paper bag from the bakery in one hand, and two large cups of coffee on top of a yellow folder in the other. She set everything down on the edge of my desk with a loud thud. "Almond pastries," she announced, opening the bag so the sweet smell filled the room. "And I brought that lemon pastry that Marlon always pretends he doesn't want." "I have a specific preference for sweets," Marlon said mildly, already reaching his hand into the bag to grab it.

It brought a small smile to my face. I daringly took another step out from the shadows to see what exactly they were working on. The counter was covered in several baking sheets along with a large metal mixing bowl. My eyes fell on the already-filled baking sheet and was surprised to find that they were baking Italian knot cookies. My heart skipped a few beats. I hadn’t seen that particular cookie in years. It brought me right back to when Aldo—Vasco and I had just started dating. It was around the holidays and Aldo was teaching me how to make the famous traditional confection.

I had seen beautiful women before, been with beautiful women before, but something about the way she was looking at me right now… It was the kind of look that made a man want things he shouldn’t. Still, I pushed it away. “Where’s this recipe you forced me to try?” She huffed, snapping out of staring at me longer than she should. “I made a new variation of my vanilla almond croissants,” she explained, placing one in front of me. “But with a caramelized honey glaze instead of powdered sugar.” I didn’t hesitate. I picked it up, took a slow bite, and chewed.

Ally pretends to be interested in the herb garden a little longer after the girl left. She is genuinely impressed with the garden though. All her favourite herbs are being grown here. There is nothing that makes a dish stand out as much as fresh herbs. She rubs some of the leaves between her fingers and smells the fresh scent of the herbs on her skin. She longs to get back into a kitchen. She would love to cook a meal and bring people happiness.

It barely took him a minute to finish four cookies. Clearing his throat, he vocalised, "Seeing how magnanimous I am, I will have to overlook this incident." Just as he was about to take another cookie, he noticed a small note at the bottom. Creases appeared between both of his eyebrows while he reached out for it. "What's this about?" he mumbled as he unfold the letter. He then read in disbelief. "Eli, you idiot, you ate those cookies, right? They had almonds added to them! Now, hurry up and get to infirmary!" A smiley face was drawn next to it.

"I've suffered from poor health since a young age, so I carry a scent of medicine on me wherever I go. As I got used to it, I started to grow fond of this scent. These cakes were made for me by an old lady I had met when I was a child. At the time, these were the best dishes in the whole world to me. I can't forget about them even now. "I recently visited a herb plantation and processing factory, and discovered that they were using herbs with medical properties in food. Aside from soup and ordinary dishes one sees in the market, they even made cakes with herbs. When I returned home, I led my team to begin researching and recreated them over three months." He then sighed. "However, cakes that