Book Club Food Novels & Stories

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—Aiden got all pinkish at the top of his cheekbones—“helped me come up with something you would like.” “Maybe I should go out with him.” “I would strenuously object.” She unwrapped the book and burst out laughing. It was a folio society edition of Rebecca. The restaurant turned out to be a wood cabin built on a traffic island near London Bridge. Inside, it was clean and unfussy, all grown-up shades of brown, and books everywhere—there was even one on their table, a copy of Eros the Bittersweet. And it turned out the whole deal was about telling stories through food. Which she… yeah. Cheesy or not, she loved it.

Pearl yells at the closed door and Gwen giggles. Slowly the other women file in. I load up a bowl of potato soup that Julie brought. She even fried up some bacon to sprinkle on top and I think I've died and gone to Heaven. Gwen's new recipe for spinach dip feels like an orgasm in my mouth and I decide to ask Ev to do every book club with me forever, if only for the snacks. I listen as they talk about the book. We're on the downward swing of it now, the main conflict resolved with only the aftermath of the battle left to go through. It's a more emotional part of the story and I'm surprised Pearl even read it.

I’d make some new friends, and if that didn’t work out, I’d still have my coursework and classes. The book club met twice a week to accommodate for classes and the time it’d take to read the books, but it went from nine PM to midnight or later, just like a writing workshop—or so I was told. They were more than happy to let me join in, much to my relief, and were very welcoming. One of the girls in the club, Alice, talked to me as everyone waited for whoever volunteered their car for the evening to arrive.

"What you think is great but there's one thing you didn't see. Whether tonight's food is delicious or not, it's not for us to judge. It's the customers' decision. All our dishes are eaten by various kinds of people, so you must cook them differently. This is a chef's basic knowledge. But tonight, you missed looking at their ages." "What do you mean? I don't understand." Asha said. "I believe these couple wanted their memories back when they first met in our country. They want that flavor from their memories. Because of a flavor you tasted or a scent you smell, or something you experienced, you can have lasting impressions of a certain event. Just like the muddy smell of the river reminds me

'Maybe I'm just overthinking things,' I thought to myself. "We could go..." Dalia started, turning to nudge Hudson hard in the ribs. "Um, we could go to the eating club." "What?!" Liam's eyes grew as wide as saucers. He stopped chewing completely. "You guys have access to the most elitist club in the whole school? Yes! Let's go right now!" I sighed. I knew perfectly well that Marcus and his wealthy friends were going to be there.

“Yeah. With Mia. I heard. Ellis saw them brunching just earlier. What about it?” Lex blinked. “With Mia? The psycho club girl who robbed you blind? That Mia?” I shook my head. “Nah, not that Mia.” He let out a low whistle. “That’s better, would’ve been such a plot twist. But no—that’s not what I saw.” I stubbed out the cigarette, finally giving him my full attention. “Then what?” Lex leaned forward, elbows on his knees, grin fading into something more serious. “I saw Thea at La Bernardin. Fancy as hell—white tablecloths, the whole deal.”

Lenora The popular restaurant at Eldridge, FoodHub, buzzed with students from all corners of the campus, and even some of our lecturers came here to eat. Loud laughter filled the air, and knives scraped against plates when I walked in. This place was always packed because the food was great compared to other restaurants. My mind was still reeling from the unexpected encounter with CJ. CJ of all people was my new professor. What a damn coincidence. The coincidence that I feared would destroy me totally because how in the world was I going to compose myself?

’ she thought, confused. Mel brushed off the thought and decided not to bother herself with Bjorn this night. She went ahead with her plan to make friends with the other women of Grime, heading over to some of the female encampments, glad she wasn’t the only one dressed in the ridiculous attire. Supper that evening consisted of spicy mutton soup which disturbed Mel as she had never really fancied spicy dishes. The women assured her that there were varying degrees of how the dish could be prepared and they made the exception of preparing a milder variation for Mel, something she insisted she could do without.

Me trying to rein in my monster, eating enough but not too much while Mel eats with me and no one pays too much extra attention. So far it's been working, even though Mel fears he's starving me. The little faith they have in me, is terrible. "I was talking about you joining a club" She's smiling at me. And I'm remembering what Coco said something about her being brunette even though her hairs so blond I can't stop staring at it "The boys are already in it" I already knew that. Strawberry is in a book club, weirdly enough, Chocolate joined the Arts club with Cream, lucky them and Caramel is in the Culinary club. They're lucky, it's something they can do.