Burnt Spaghetti Novels & Stories

Why didn't he just suggest making sandwiches for them instead? After putting the spaghetti on fire, Marcel sat down on the stool in front of the middle kitchen table and he brought out his phone. Although, he knows that he isn't supposed to use a phone while in the kitchen, he just couldn't help it and brought his phone out to G****e on how to cook the best spaghetti. He was going to get this and save himself from getting teased by Izabelle and Rosie. *Ten minutes later* “Shit! Shit! Fuck, no, ahh,” Marcel screamed loudly in frustration as the fire got into the frying pan he was using to fry the ingredients and he ran away from there while coughing loudly.

Ugh… isn’t it too much? Oh… minced garlic… tomato paste… is this quantity fine? Huh? Am I supposed to have the spaghetti in boiling water before I start? Hold on where is the chicken? Did I not bring it out? Am I supposed to wash the chicken? Oh … ah… the garlic and tomatoes past is burning. Uhm… uhm… what should I do? “What in the name of world war 3 is going on here?” I heard that voice. I know that voice so well that I wish the ground would open up and swallow me whole.

The spaghetti that Alice cooked was not inferior to the dishes at the main meal. On the table were six beautiful plates on which there were traditional meatloaf, ired chicken shepherd’s pie, mac ‘n’ cheese, roasted tacos, and tuna salad. Alice filled a large plate with spaghetti for Zayden, added the sauce and the side dishes into it, and said, “Stir the spaghetti, and then you can eat it. It’s very delicious.” After saying that, she couldn’t wait to fill another plate of spaghetti for herself. Holding the warm plate with his hands, Zayden looked affectionately at her.

Laurence nodded moodily. Zoey pursed her lips and asked, "You haven't eaten?" "No." Zoey fell silent. After a while, she explained, "The spaghetti was burnt so I threw it out." She couldn’t put her finger on it, but she sensed his unspoken sadness as he stood in silence.

I grinned at him as he took a fork full of the spaghetti and fed it to me. "It's delicious," I complimented, " I know right! This restaurant is the best when it comes to spaghetti," He continued feeding me and feeding himself until the smoked chicken and the spaghetti was cleared from the table. "spinach?" he asked but I quickly shook my head, making a disgusted face, "it's not cooked," He shook his head in an amused way taking a bite out of the leaves and I looked the other way gulping down the wine. "Slow down, don't get drunk," he said taking the glass from me.

Skye asked as she played with her little fingers. Scott chuckled. "Name anything and I'll get it done, you wouldn't regret it" " Well... I watched a cooking show with Grandma and they cooked something called Sausage Spaghetti Spirals. You know how to make that?" " It's little, I just need spaghetti, sausage and green pepper, and it'll be done. I'll get to work" Scott said and smiled. "Let's have a bet, and don't tell my mom" Skye said and Scott turned to face her.

Vivia is still in a spaghetti shop somewhere. “I like to eat noodles, any noodle can be eaten, but the taste of spaghetti is the best.” Vivia twirled her fork around in a big circle and started chewing, “I thought I might have been a noodle in my past life!!!” Anna opened the box, and golden spaghetti lined up in a beautiful spiral. Bright red tomato sauce adorned the straight noodles, the wonderful aroma wafting through Anna’s nasal cavity, a little minced meat occasionally peeking out from under the golden noodles, topped with a few herbs. Simple yet eye-catching.

She opened WhatsApp, scrolled through his group chats, and clicked into one with his friends. [Connor, it's almost Cathy's death anniversary. Let's do something big that day, really give Samantha a lesson she won't forget. Consider it a tribute to Cathy.] [Yeah. I've got an idea—let her relive that nightmare from three years ago. But we'll make it worse. When the fire starts, you swoop in and 'save' her again. She'll be even more obsessed with you. Then when she's madly in love, just dump her.]

I’ve always loved High School Musicals and this particular song has always been one of my favourites! From the way it smelt, I could tell that we had mom’s handmade spaghetti for dinner tonight. My mom’s an amazing cook. I lifted the lid and saw that it had all sorts of veggies on it with some pieces of sausages…it looked delicious. My stomach grumbled out aloud and everyone burst out laughing. At the corner of my eyes, I saw Kevin smirking. Idiot. “Let’s eat! I’m hungry!” I said and put the fork into a few strands of spaghetti twirling the fork around and put it in my mouth.

I would eat this spaghetti and be done for the night. I quickly grabbed a fork full and shoved it into my mouth preparing to be burned by my negligence. My brows furrowed as I looked down at the spaghetti as I slowly chewed it. There was no steam coming from it which would explain why It didn’t burn my tongue. It was lukewarm if even which was weird since our food was always hot to the point where we had to blow it. Even if I came down late it was always at least some what hot. Did they not bother to keep it hot while they waited for me to come down. I slowly chewed my food as another maid came and put a piece of garlic bread down.