Bacon X Acorn Novels & Stories

He is too big, too muscular, and frankly, too handsome to be failing this hard at making basic scrambled eggs. "I told you, the pan was too hot" he chuckles. I try using a plastic spatula to aggressively poke at a sad, rubbery yellow mass. "And for the record, your spatula technique is what ruined the bacon.” He defends himself playfully. "The bacon is blackened, Aiden. That’s called cajun style" I shoot back, nudging him sharply with my hip to crowd him out of the way.

I wanted that bacon. The cook put an enormous plate of bacon in the center of the table, along with a large plate of scrambled eggs and toast. She then gave us silverware and serving utensils. We are wolves. We have a high metabolism, meaning we can eat an abnormal amount of food. I piled bacon and food on both of our plates and hopped off Nicolas's lap while he was taking a bite of his food. I sat my bum on the chair right next to him. What or annoying was that he slid over my chair until our legs connected. I scarfed down my plate of food and filled it up again. The cook gave us each a large glass of juice.

How ever, every thing was ready and it was now time for Becky to go up stairs and start calling for both the kids and Azariah to come down stairs and start eating the break fast that she had just made with all of her heart. Along side the bacons, the fried eggs and the sliced toasted bread, Becky had also made some tea which could actually get to let every thing go on smoothly at that moment. That was actually because, the bread was too dry and there was the need for them to make sure that they get to push down the food with a little bit of things that could end up being very excited at that time.

I listened to the sounds of cabinets opening and closing, the sizzle of something hitting a hot pan, and soon the smell of bacon started to fill the air, followed by eggs and toast. When he emerged a few minutes later, he was carrying two plates loaded with food. Scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, sausages, and buttered toast. He set one in front of me along with a glass of orange juice, then took the seat across from me with his own plate and a protein shake. “Eat,” he commanded. “Jace,” I sighed, “I’m really not hungry—” “I don’t care.” He picked up a piece of bacon and bit into it. “You’re eating anyway.”

he gave Kiara a hard look, “You know you are not to be in here. Omega’s scraps will be sent down later.” “She is with me,” I said quickly. “We need some food before our trip to town. Is there any chance for some of that bacon?” The chef glared at Kaira again before letting out a sigh, “Bacon you say? I think I have some to spare.” He bustled around the kitchen, dodging other cooks and hot pans, returning with a plate of bacon, toast, and two bananas. “These came in before the snow. Going to town you say? If you don’t mind, I have a list that needs to be delivered to a shopkeeper.”

"I cannot hold you, moya lyuba, I am handling bacon." "What are you doing? I looked past her. She was making some type of lattice out of bacon, mirroring what was showing on her tablet. "It is a meatloaf. I saw this on the menu at Cracker Barrel and wondered what it was. It is American 'comfort food', yes?" The enthusiasm and innocent joy in her speech made me chuckle. "Uh, yeah, it is." God, she's adorable. "Course, you do realize that 'comfort' is American for 'fattening', right?"

Brenna was still whining in the dining hall, her voice occasionally echoing through the doors whenever she argued with Noah about a garbage bag. "Hey! Girl!" Chef Marco screamed from the main line, waving a large, empty metal tray in the air. "We are completely out of bacon for the lunch prep! Go to the deep walk-in freezer at the back of the pantry and haul out two twenty-pound crates! Move your ass!" "I’ll go," I said immediately, dropping my scrub pad into the sink. I needed to get away from the suffocating steam of the dish pit, and more importantly, I needed to get away from Jeremy’s possessive glare.

he said. “No,” Alec replied lightly. “Upgraded.” Arjun opened his mouth to respond when a smell reached him—warm, and unmistakable. He frowned. “…Are you cooking?” Alec didn’t turn around as he moved toward the kitchenette. “Yeah. Breakfast.” “You don’t eat breakfast,” Arjun said. “Never said it was for me,” Alec smirked. Arjun followed, confusion knitting his brows. “For who then?” Alec lifted a pan off the stove, steam curling into the air. Eggs. Toast. Coffee already poured.

Harper POV When the glass is empty, I set it in the sink and turn toward the stove. My stomach rumbles before I even open a cupboard, and I know Mason would yell if he found out I didn’t eat something real. So I pull out the bread, some bacon, and let the ritual begin. The sizzle of the meat in the pan is comforting, filling the kitchen with warmth and familiarity. I toast the bread, drizzle a little honey over it when it’s done, and then layer the crispy bacon on top. It’s a weird combination, but one I love. Sweet and salty, soft and crisp. Balanced.

I scrambled them frantically but they turned into a rubbery, half-burnt mess. The bacon wasn't doing much better. I had thrown it into another pan, not realizing how quickly it would cook. It went from undercooked to charred in what felt like seconds. And the toast! I'd jammed the slices of bread into the toaster and turned it on high, thinking it'd be faster. And I'd totally forgotten about it as I battled with the eggs and bacon.