Novel & Cerita Best Dish Served Cold

"We have a fishermen's stew which has whitefish, white beans within a tomato stock. We have a Portuguese chicken which is mildly spicy, has rice, cheese and stewed in a tomato stock-" Tory watched the young woman intently as she rattled off the popular items. "But what do YOU like?" The waitress paused and allowed her eyes to linger on Tory. She smiled in a more relaxed manner. "My favorite dish is definitely sopa de couves." Tory was nodding her head. She had no idea what that was. "I'll have that please."

Uhm tastes good but still more delicious both dishes before, if I sort from the most delicious that is, In the first place there is baked lasagna, in the second position is Spaghetti bolognese, and the last is japanese curry with chicken katsu. I spent my green tea latte siphoning it off until the last drop. I stared at choco lava Mille crepes on the table, then saw my bloated stomach. Ah, I don't think I'm going to eat my dessert. I stood up to store my Choco Lava Mille crepes in the fridge and chose to put used dishes on the laundry rack. I'll wash it later I think.

“ For the soup: Silky shellfish soup with cream and cognac.” “Main course: Filet mignon with red wine reduction. Truffle mashed potatoes. Seasonal vegetables.” “For dessert hmmmn, Ok let's do lemon tart with fresh berries. Artisan bread.” “And finally for the drinks: Pinot noir. Sparkling water with fresh berries.” Then he stepped aside and began pressing his phone, uninterested. Alpheus motioned for me. “Come.” The storeroom felt like a luxury supermarket. A massive freezer stood at the center. Three large refrigerators lined the walls. Shelves stacked with imported ingredients.

Her warm breath brushed against my ear as she whispered, "Curtis, I'd have to test it out to know whether it's to my taste." Her hand slid down from my Adam's apple, eventually resting on my belt. She looked pleased. "Hmm... not bad." It suddenly clicked in my mind. This private chef job was about more than just cooking. I was the one being served, in a way I hadn't expected. I had seen people promoting their adult services online, and I had also seen job posts about private chefs, where a couple would usually show up to do actual cooking. I never expected to fall victim to this "false advertisement".

Mari changes the topic since they seem to be getting out of topic. "urgh! You are good at changing topic huh" "But you change the topic first though" the two of them seem to be getting along pretty well that they almost started arguing if not for the need of finishing their work. "Anyway, back to the topic, Here is the recipe of Hors d'oeuvres and canapés that the cold stations would be making for that day. Everyone has a copy of all the recipes that will be making for any events. And since you are new here, I will slowly give you the recipes that we use for each event. Unless there is a sudden request from the guest we use the menu that we have for each event." Lucas handed a compilation of

Everything was amazing. I spotted Leonardo through the windows coming out with a spherical tray. He placed it in front of me, the aroma was enticing. It contained two oval shaped coffee glasses and a chicken nugget like dish. "This.."Leonardo introduced pointing at the coffee, "is called caffè freddo. It is a cold, sweet coffee" I stared longing at him, my mouth watering at the dish placed before me. "What are those?"I asked pointing at what seemed like chicken nuggets.

Madden made sure the servers prepared both American and Russian menu, but surprisingly, Adeline choose the Russian dishes, and now they're done with the appetizer of caviar and blini. The servers changed the table immediately, decking it with the main course and side dishes. The meals are much, and Adeline almost bit her tongue as she struggled to call the names. "That's Beef stroganoff" Madden helped with the name, caressing her fresh legs under the table. "And this?" She pointed at another dish. "Chicken Kiev, and the other one is shashlik... The next one is solyanka, then there's pelmeni" he pointed out, and she bit her lip before chuckling.

“Misha, you my dear, want the steak fajita nachos rare with a frozen blue raspberry margarita.” “Oh, shit!” Ana exclaims. Misha blushes slightly, “You're right I do. But do you know why I want something frozen when it's twenty-five degrees Fahrenheit outside?” Oh, I will take this challenge! “Because when it's this cold out most people crave something warm to heat their insides. But you need something cold because your insides are already blazing,” I responded smirking, relishing my demonic nature. Ana gasps, “Oh my god!”

“What is that?” She glanced at him then down on the bowl. “Mashed potatoes.” She looked back at him. “It’s, like, the most common dish of all time. How come you don’t know it?” “Common?” Confusion flitted across his features. “That diarrhea-like feces look nothing like the lobsters, caviars, truffles or veal dishes I frequently partake in.” She shot him an irritated glance. “Just so you know, this diarrhea-like feces just touched your mouth a few minutes ago.”

He parks it by the table, saying, “Dinner is served.” I stand up and instinctively walk toward it, hypnotized by the display. Strawberries are everywhere. My eyes bulge with hunger. I see a sorbet, a fruit salad, and a smoothie blender. Also present are foods like crepes, muffins, croissants, and what looks like cream cheese yogurt for dipping, and even a few cold deli meats, cheese, and crackers. My stomach rumbles loudly, and everyone chuckles, even me. “What can I serve you, Miss Lola?” Gio asks, graciously waving over the selection.