Almond Cookie X Latte Cookie Novels & Stories

The barista—a girl with purple streaks in her hair—gave me a bright smile. “Large iced latte with oat milk, extra shot,” I said. “And… uh, one of those breakfast sandwiches. The one with egg, bacon, avocado. Toasted. And a chocolate croissant. And a bottle of water. Oh—and those little fruit cups. The ones with berries.” She rang it up without batting an eye. “To go?” “Yeah. And can you throw in a couple of those heart-shaped sugar cookies? The pink ones.” She grinned wider. “Special someone?”

to anyone who would listen. “Answer it anyway” Jade scrunched her nose adorably and I was instantly putty in her hands. “Alright fine, this time of year I get a venti white mocha with 2 pumps of apple brown sugar and 2 pumps of caramel.” “Oh, that sounds delicious.” Emma said, glancing up at Jade. “Yeah, that does sound delicious.” Jade nodded seriously. “So three larges?” I asked, pulling the car out of the garage. I’d wait to explain the incredibly odd sizing scale at Starbucks another time.

She was still laughing as I got in and started to head for Amorino’s. “So what does Amorino’s have for dessert? Remember, I’m not from here.” she asked. I’m not going to point out she’s focused on dessert rather than answering my question about her mom. We can loop back to that later. “Well, they are fantastic. They make great gelato. Not straight from Italy, but still good. They also have macaroons, waffles and crepes with gelato, and then hot drinks like hot chocolate, espresso, and tea.” I explained.

Perla had set up coffee and home-baked goods on her old outdoor furniture under a majestic umbrella of a Hazel tree. Light green heart-shaped leaves and dangling cylindrical flower clusters hang like party serpentines around them. "So, Nueva, you must wonder what this fuss going on is all about?" Perla asked and placed a plate with homemade Lavender Shortbread cookies on the weathered table surface. Nueva couldn't resist the beautiful aroma of dried lavender and helped herself to a cookie straight away. The shortbread was buttery and lightly sweet, with a floral flavour, the edges were rolled in sugar, and Nueva licked the gritty substance of her lips and nodded yes to Perla.

I argue, waving a piece of pita in the air, “if you’re going to claim baklava is overrated, then I need you to name at least three desserts that are better.” He leans back slightly on the couch we both occupy, smirking. “Crème brûlée. Tiramisu. And warm peach cobbler with vanilla ice cream.” “Okay—damn,” I say, laughing. “That’s actually a solid list.” “I don’t miss.” “Oh, that’s what you’re going with now?” I tease. “Dr. Cocky?” He sips his sparkling water with a maddening amount of restraint. “If the lab coat fits.”

Throwing that question also revealed my lack of knowledge of the baking world. "Sure, you can. You can put everything to make tasty cookies." She smiled, which showed wisdom through the wrinkles on her face. She was around Dad's age or probably a bit older. "I'm just asking because pups usually love macaroons, too. And the key ingredient is almond flour." "But I buy almond, not almond flour." "That's why you might need almond flour for macaroons." She winked, and I couldn't help but laugh. I just realized she lured me to buy more.

He says. “Thank you! Also do you happen to have an more of those cookies you made me? They’re amazing.” He laughs and opens a cabinet where there is a container full of the cookies. They’re lactation cookies and taste so good that I could eat fifty of them. They’re also healthy enough to eat for breakfast while still tasting like a treat. Chef grabs a small plate and sets two of the large cookies on it before handing it over to me. I take the plate and immediately take a huge bite out of one and groan happily. “So good.”

“Are you heading out?” “No? I came looking for you.” “I need to do another tray of these cookies,” she says. “I’m almost out up front, and they’re a popular seller.” “Cookies,” I say, pinning her with a look. “Cookies,” she replies. “Cranberry macadamia nut with white chocolate. You can try one when they come out of the oven if you want.” Autumn makes a show of evenly spacing each scoop of cookie dough, giving it all her focus like it’s the most important thing she’s ever done. She’s obviously trying to pretend everything is fine, acting cheerful and light, but she still won’t look at me.

he said with the same expression. I prepared tea and pastries. Yesterday, I made cookies mixed with whole grains like almonds, cashews, raisins and sunflower seeds. I made it with chocolate flavor and original. Not bad for a few small jars. To prepare if Amelia asks for snacks and can for tea, like now. "You tired?" he asked. "No, it's normal," I replied surprised. Too bad he asked me like that. In fact, he knew from earlier this afternoon, I didn't have any activities except accompanying Amelia.

Vienna’s POV "I’m not really up to date with his… likes and dislikes," I said carefully, "But in the past, he seemed to enjoy almond croissants. And a cappuccino." Lauren’s brows lifted, like she was pleased with the answer. "Of course. Almond croissant. Cappuccino. Simple, but comforting. That’s very… Warren." I tilted my head slightly. "I… guess so. He’s never really been a sweet tooth though."