Big Spoon And Little Spoon Novels & Stories

Leo supplied helpfully. “It’s called a soup ladle and I know how to use it, thank you.” “Oh, is that why you spilled a lot? Anyway, we argued about whether to put them in small bowls or take the whole thing. Anthony wanted to use the bowls but spilled a lot so I decided to just take the whole thing.” “It would have been faster if you’d help instead of offering useless commentaries!” Anthony said between clenched teeth. “Advice. They are called advice. I told you not to spill so much, you wouldn’t listen.”

At breakfast, his mother greeted me with a softness I didn’t expect. “You didn’t eat much last night. I made your favorite. Blueberry scones,” she said, sliding a plate toward me. “My favorite?” I asked cautiously. She blinked. “Oh—Evan mentioned it, I suppose.” I took a bite, the tart flavor of blueberry catching on my tongue. They were just like the ones my aunt used to bake when I was younger. Not similar. Identical. That couldn’t be a coincidence. “Do I remind you of someone?” I asked her suddenly.

It was okay but I at least expected more. I picked up the serving spoon from the tray and was going to dish out the rice into Sapphire's bowl at first but this Duckling beat me to it, serving herself with her spoon. Each spoon of rice she took kept spilling some seeds of rice on the dinning table because the eating spoon was using to serve herself was too small to be used as a serving spoon but as stubborn as Sapphire was, she didn't stop when she saw the rice littering the dinning, she continued taking more spoons till she was okay with the portion on her plate.

THE kitchen was quiet except for the rhythmic clatter of utensils and the soft hum of the refrigerator. Orlanda stood by the stove, stirring a pot of simmering stew, her mind swirling still with thoughts Carlson's request. The smell of herbs and spices filled the air, offering a small comfort amidst the turmoil. She tried to focus on the task at hand, the steady chopping of vegetables and the gentle sizzle of meat, hoping it would help clear her thoughts.

I pick up the spoon. Scoop. Hold it out. She looks at it like it insulted her. “I’m not eating that.” “You will.” “No, I won’t.” I don’t lower the spoon. We stay like that. Locked. Waiting. Her jaw tightens. “You’re unbelievable.” “And you’re stalling.” “I’m not—” “Eat.” She slaps my hand away. The spoon clatters against the bowl. Some of the contents spill over the edge. Silence. Sharp.

"Dig in!" Felix, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes, mumbled a sleepy "Morning, Mom," as he reached for the maple syrup. Luna, always the early riser, greeted me with a bright "Good morning, Mama!" and dug into her cereal. Gina, being only four years old, remained quiet but couldn't help but giggle at the sound of her siblings chatting away.

After Main finished working on her laptop, she ordered a large table of dishes for herself, all of which she had missed and wanted to eat to satisfy her cravings. When Jessy Katana arrived at the restaurant, she was completely stunned when she saw the large table full of dishes. The reason why she was surprised was the fact that the main thing she knew would never eat that much and she was always trying to maintain her shape. Even when she was pregnant, she never ate that much. This wasn’t because she thought that the food might harm the babies, but because she didn’t want to become obsessed, she wanted to look perfect in front of Nathan.

Chapter 6 “Good morning, Little one.” “Good morning, Charley. I got you some breakfast and coffee. There was a nice little diner inside. I thought it would be like those creasy spoons you see on T.V., I was surprised it was really nice in there. I didn’t know what you liked so I got you a little of everything thing.” “Well, that was nice of you, thanks.”

She didn't look at Dante, but her shoulder brushed against his coat sleeve as he stood up from the floor. ​"Six bowls," Bella said, her voice dropped into that low, even register she used to manage the morning transition. "Leo, get the yellow ones from the bottom shelf. Julianna, sit next to Maya." ​"Maya is using my spoon," Julianna said, her fingers still working on the heel of her pink slipper. ​"Maya doesn't have a spoon yet," Bella murmured, setting four blue plastic bowls and two ceramic ones down in a neat, overlapping circle. "She’s still looking at her toes."

Big Bob told her, then went to get the bowl and spoon for the stew. -