Cabbage Stew Recipe Novels & Stories

He made no comment, just concentrated on serving his dish. — I didn’t have internet access to get any recipe, so I kind of followed my instincts. I chose stew, because I confess that I thought it would be easier. And it was, that package of cooked meat that was in the fridge made it a lot easier actually. I just needed to mix it with the broth and boil it all.

“Of course, Mrs. Stefani. What do you have in mind? Something special for Mr. Jacob?” Stefani nodded energetically, the excitement just bursting inside her. “Yes, something that will really make him smile. I want him to know how much I appreciate him.” Marta chuckled, then gently wiped her hands with an apron. “How about a classic beef stew? It’s warm and comforting—just what we need for this type of weather. I’m sure Mr. Jacob will like it.” Stefani nodded in complete agreement, and the two women began putting together the ingredients. Marta guided Stefani through every process—chopping up the vegetables just right, searing the meat perfectly, seasoning the stew with herbs just right.

Worthy His huge hand grabbed a ladle. He used it to stir the boiling pot, bubbling and smoke rising up as he took the lid. His other hand went to reach a bowl filled with sliced chunks of broccoli and potatoes. Sitting on the table were Emory and Cressida. Their bright green eyes followed his every movement, both are waiting for the stew to cook. “How much longer?” Emory said, she caressed her stomach, she can feel it grumbling.

she bowed down gently at me before leaving. Going back to what I was doing, I set aside the cubed meat. I search the vegetable basket for some two medium onions because this was needed for my stew. I peeled it's skin effortlessly then chopped it off into fine pieces. The smell it emits almost made me teary eyed but I ignored it. Up next was the parsley I have seen on the top of the vegetable basket. I only needed a small amount of it so, I returned the excess again then proceed to chopping it again.

Lauren methodically rummaged through the cupboards; Toby was going to wake up hungry. Happily, the man had his house stocked for a siege. She thought about Italian she had gotten rather good at cooking Italian foodbut she didn’t know if Toby liked it. Stew seemed a safer choice. The chest freezer in the basement was fullof meat wrapped in white freezer paper, neatly labeled. Shebbrought up a package proclaiming itself to be elk stew meat to begin thawing on the counter. She’d never eaten elk before but assumed that stew meat was stew

Does that cover that much? The fire burned under the soup caldron as the vegetables became tender and the meat, white and juicy, dancing in the stew. The aroma reached Raven and she felt pangs of hunger. A lot of time had passed since she last ate. Walking over to the cupboard, a loaf of crusty bread was retrieved. She began unwrapping and placing it in the center of the table atop the cutting board. She sliced through the bread and placed large portions on each metal plate. Bradford walked over to the pot and stirred again. He never forgot to stir. He took the ladle and scooped up a bit to smell it. He pulled out a satchel from his vest pocket and took a pinch of something and sprinkled it

' I recalled the cut of bone-in meat stored in the break room that I had bought the moment I found out Gerald had a company event that evening. After work, I had to instantly start boiling the cut of meat and bone for an hour before straining out the bone. Then, I would put in some lentils before bringing the stew down to a simmer for around 40 minutes until the lentils were so soft that they practically melted in the mouth. Gerald adored it. Every time he got drunk, he would cajole me into making the stew for him. While it took a lot of effort, I did as requested every time.

Calla's POV: When I offered to make dinner, and Madden accepted,I didn't know it'd make me nervous. I definitely wouldn't want to ruin this. The stew simmered softly on the stove, its scent warm and buttery, curling through the glossy, cold kitchen. I stirred it gently, watching the bubbles. I’d added just enough herbs, a touch of spice, a splash of lemon for brightness. Something made with motherly love and affection for my “family". Something his wife would never do and since I was cursed to be in this body, I'll have to fix things.

the store cashier politely greeted as the bell chimed. I returned her greeting and grabbed a basket. Surveying the vegetables, I thought of a nice meal for three that can be prepared in the least amount of time. I took cabbages, cauliflowers, broccoli, and most greens. Also taking a restock of tomatoes, garlic, and onions, I felt the simplicity of living as a mother in one of the northernmost places in the world.

Skye immediately went to carry the baby while another tried to grab Sandro's attention. Stella prepared a simple soup. She took some onions, lentils, carrots, potatoes, and corn and diced them. She then made some vegetarian broth and poured it into a boiling pot. After boiling the broth for a while, she added the diced vegetables and stirred the mixture from time to time to prevent it from sticking to the sides. When it was almost ready, she sprinkled salt and herbs into the broth while stirring until they were all cooked. "That smells delicious! It's making my mouth water just by looking at it," Skye exclaimed.