Blue Long Island Recipe Novels & Stories

S: I didn't know how you liked your coffee so I just got one of every flavor they had. To you, Blue. He didn't need to think twice to know who it was from. There was only one person that had ditched his original name to address him by 'Blue'. And for the millionth time, he cursed again. "Fuck."

Elise complemented. "Follow me." Said the old woman and they followed her. "This love portion I am to make should not be handled by another hand or it becomes useless. It must only be handled by you, and you alone. Understood?" "Yes, I do." Quickly, the old woman started the preparation. She first boiled a small quantity of water, pouring it in a moulded put. She puts all the ingredients into the hot water, stirring it in an anticlockwise direction until the water turns blue.

“Does Nonna Lola have some links to people I should be worried about?” I laugh out loud and shake my head, trying to picture the old, hunched-over figure of Nonna dishing out death threats. “Her son apparently works at Roberto Cavalli and she had it specially made for me, but there’s a story behind it,” pride swells in my chest as he gestures for me to continue. “Every morning of my birthday, Nonna Lola would bake cupcakes and ice them white, with the exception of mine which she would ice my favorite color — blue,” I start, grinning. “The same color as your eyes; the lightest blue I’ve ever seen.”

“Oh my God, come on! You know what I’m going to ask. Do you care what I order? I don’t cook, and I definitely don’t have the strength today.” I shook my head, smiling despite everything. “Same here. I’m exhausted. Just order whatever. I’ll have the same thing as you two.” “Perfect,” Blue said, already pulling out her phone. “Any drinks? I’ll add those too.” Both Leo and I said no at the same time. Blue gave us a quick thumbs-up and dashed out of the living room toward the balcony, talking animatedly to her mom as soon as the call connected. I watched her go and let out a soft laugh. “She is so energetic. I honestly wonder sometimes if she ever gets tired or stays angry about anything.”

Ella scratched her head. “It doesn't matter, the important thing is that Blue Ocean will soon appear on wine shelves in the future. Pause for a few seconds, he continued. “I have been searching for the recipe for Blue Ocean for three months, the process is almost complete, only the taste is unstable. If I leave it like that and sell it on the market, I think customers will criticize it, even if I myself don't feel good. Fortunately, thanks to you mentioning that fruit, that is also the result I was looking for.” Ella asked. "What fruit?"

I reach the kitchen and hug him from behind. "Good morning , love." He says and turns around to kiss my head. "Morning. " I mutter and take a seat in front of him. "What are you making?" I ask him and start playing with the roses in the vase on the kitchen counter. "Pancakes and eggs and coffee, if you'd like." He says and stacks the pancakes on both the plates before adding berries on them. He passes me the whip cream and I put it on it before I dive in.

The young onlookers couldn't help but marvel. Of course, Summer and Susanne went over to watch. They observed as the bartenders skillfully prepared the cocktails. It was truly magical. At the blue glass counter, a bartender asked, "Ladies and gentlemen, the competition for the third level will be held here. Is anyone up for the challenge?" Soon, a man in a turtleneck suit stepped up to take the challenge. The bartender handed him a glass of clear blue liquid and gestured for him to taste it. After drinking the blue cocktail, the man detailed the ingredients of it. "Brandy as the base liquor, with a little lemon, salt, ice cubes, and blue rose mixer…"

"Only if you will promise me to go see the doctor." I shut my eyes and nodded stiffly. "Yes." "I will not tell him," Bluey promised. I quickly changed the subject. "So, what are we eating? Pancakes and sauce?" "Just pancakes and a light savory sauce," Bluey confirmed, grinning. "I'll serve it now." "Let me help you," I offered. Bluey looked at her with amusement. "Okay, partner."

He stated. Josephine giggled and nodded. "Yeah, kind of." She said. "What about yours, what is your favorite colour." "Louis blue," she whispered. Elijah scrunched his nose. "I haven't heard of 'Louis blue.' Is that even a color or did you make it up?" "It's a real color search it up," Josephine suggested. Elijah pulled out his phone and began to type. Josephine watched him as he searched for her favorite color after a while Elijah's expression changed and he showed Josephine his phone.

Thomas asked me, leaning on the wall next to me, his thumbs hooked in the front pockets. “I just don’t feel like explaining every step of the recipe, like a star chef on a cooking show. It’s simple. The most important part is to use Gosling's Black Seal Rum and Barrett's Ginger Beer. At least, that is what Ivalina advised me.” I was smiling while cutting the fruit in thin slices, but my eyes were barely there, trying to check out the boy with my handprint on his chest. “She seems important to you,” he stated, ignoring the fact I was rambling.