Arroz Ala Valenciana Novels & Stories

One of them, Maria, the overly prepared one with a smile like she worked at a seven-star hotel, rushed over. "Madam, let us—" "No. My hands still can work," I cut her off, yanking a cold bag of rice from the fridge. "And I promise the kitchen won't explode." Maria hesitated. But maybe she caught the don’t-test-me look in my eyes. I grabbed the white apron hanging in the corner and got to work. Arroz con huevo y plátano frito. Steamed white rice. Fried sunny-side-up eggs with crispy golden edges. Sweet plantains, pan-fried until their natural sugars turned caramel brown.

The aroma of delicious food wafted through the apartment, and the family gathered around the table, eager to dig in. Devon, Annabelle, and Camille sat down together, enjoying the special meal prepared just for them. The table was filled with an assortment of Spanish dishes, including paella, tortilla española, and patatas bravas.

Alejandro It’s called sarma and it’s kind of a sour cabbage roll with beef and rice and other staff. I’ve never tasted anything like this, but it’s perfect in its simplicity and I just can’t get enough of it. When I ask for a second dish, she’s quick to serve it as Juan makes a joke about it, but strangely I don’t mind.

Livia said, and her mother Bursted into laughter. All this while valentina just kept glaring at Aurora. 'Why does she get whatever I want,' She taught inwardly. "Can we just eat please" Valentina yelled, making everyone turned to look at her. Her mother rolled her eyes likewise her sister. They knew she hates Aurora, and every matter that has to do with her. "She's right. Let's just eat" Aurora said. Everyone started eating. The food consist of spaghetti bolognese which is one of the famous Intaly food, and one of the best.

Together, they made their way downstairs, and as they entered the dining room, the rich aroma of home-cooked food enveloped them like a warm embrace. The scents of simmering spices and freshly baked bread filled the air, making Aria’s stomach rumble in anticipation. True to her word, Aling Erlie had set a table brimming with an array of dishes that looked as comforting as they smelled, each one a testament to the love and care she poured into her cooking. Aria’s eyes sparkled as she took in the sight—golden-brown fried chicken, fragrant adobo simmering in its sauce, and a colorful medley of sautéed vegetables, all artfully arranged.

She dropped them on the table and looked up at me. "I don't know your favorite, Milady. So, I made many things." She clasped her hands together. "I made Adobo, an east meal, very delicious and you'll definitely love it." She pointed out and opened another plate. "This one is egg sauce and rice and this one is the famous Bakarish soup and this one-" "This is the famous Ona? The Bakarish soup that made macho bandits give up their heavy swords for?" I cocked a brow and she nodded with a smile.

“I’m here to declare my love to your son, Mr. and Mrs. Alcaraz. If you doubt my devotion to your unico hijo, then I suggest we start this tradition of yours now.” “Oh, you’re very brave, my dear. I like her already,” Felix declared, breaking into a rough, wheezing laugh. “But before that, let’s eat.” A wave of movement followed his words. Maids and servers dressed in tailored black uniforms glided into the room in silent, efficient, and lowered eyes. Silver domes were lifted in unison, releasing clouds of fragrant steam. Aside from the roasted duck and mashed potatoes, there were grilled lobsters split open and drenched in herbed butter, bowls of golden saffron rice studded with pomegranate

He attached a slip in her hands. “It is not that they have signed the contract yet. Think positively. I know you're gonna nail it even without Saul’s help. Let me go and make some Croqueta, you can try with sangria which is one of the famous Spanish dishes. I will also make some Paella - It is the perfect dish for any T***s party and also a sign of good luck. I learnt to make these dishes from Saul. He makes excellent Spanish dishes.”

I know it would be easy. I stepped outside and closed the door behind me before following her down to her simple dining area. The round table had only three chairs. I sat on the seat that was facing her. She had prepared the Filipino staple food – the rice partnered with canned sardines. She started eating while I just stared unbelievably at the canned sardines. Valen seemed to notice the apprehension written all over my face. “You don’t eat something like that?” she asked in a serious tone.

“What is this?” “It’s called Paella, rice and seafood cooked with herbs and spices. It’s a traditional Spanish food. Lucio taught me,” she ended with a smile. Her answer made Damien’s heart tighten in an uncomfortable way at once. Why traditional Spanish food? Did she learn to cook it because of Alfonso? Damien tried to shake away the thought from his head. No, it was because she learnt it from Lucio, while Lucio used to cook Spanish food for Adalfo.