Chestnut Praline Topping Novels & Stories

"What is that one?" "That right there is honey lavender with bits of candied almond," the man said. "It’s the house favorite." "I’ll take a scoop of that," she said, her voice already lighter. "Cone or cup, darling?" "Cone," she grinned. I stepped forward. "And I’ll take a double scoop. Hazelnut caramel swirl, topped with crushed pecans and a drizzle of chocolate." "You know what you like," Lena said, nudging me. "I’m a man of simple pleasures."

It would be a small token of her appreciation, but it would also be a good excuse to see Taren again. She finished making the oatmeal and, while it was cooling, she got out another pan and dumped in the bag of chocolate chips, the sweetened condensed milk, and a dash of salt. Once it had melted into a creamy consistency, she poured it into a square glass dish that she had sprayed with butter flavored cooking spray and slid it into the refrigerator to cool. Pleased with herself, she ate her oatmeal and went back into the bedroom. Prissy had already fallen back to sleep on the bed.

There’s powdered sugar on top like fresh snow. “These aren’t in the case,” she says, placing them gently on the counter in front of Theo. “They’re from my special menu.” Theo’s eyes nearly pop out of his head. “Special like… secret?” She nods. “Very exclusive. Kiddie-tested, adult-approved.” “What kind are they?” She taps each one. “Blueberry lemon zest. Banana-chocolate chip. Strawberry shortcake.” “I want all of them,” he whispers. “Start with one, buddy,” I say, though I can’t help smiling.

"We're going to outsmart it. Fetch me those extra nuts and fruits we didn't use earlier. I'll prepare something irresistible." I pull the recipe from memory. "Nutty Trail." Ingredients for Nutty Trail: 1. Mixed nuts – a handful. 2. Dried fruits – a handful. 3. Crushed crackers or breadcrumbs (optional). 4. Honey – just a drizzle. I gather what we have left: a handful of nuts, some dried fruits, and a few crumbs George digs out from his pocket. "Watch this," I whisper, focusing. I sprinkle the nuts and fruits on the ground, drizzling the honey in a trail leading toward an open clearing.

Dr Boone nodded, pleased with her answer. The final course was an overly sculpted tower of raspberry mousse and pistachio brittle with a blood orange reduction. Veronica tilted her head. “Pretty. What’s the sugar ratio in the brittle?” Kimberly hesitated. “Equal parts sugar to nut.” Veronica gave her a slow blink. “Then it’s wrong. That’s a caramel ratio, not brittle. Which explains the texture.” I folded my hands. “Maybe next time they will let their chef speak.” Martin flushed. Kimberly opened her mouth but said nothing

heading for the nearest bodega. The flowers that normally colorfully lined the outside of the small neighborhood market were gone due to the late hour, and the place looked quiet and dark. She walked in and headed straight for the wall with the long freezer. Oh, the possibilities. Chocolate? Caramel chocolate? Caramel, chocolate, and cookies? Mint chocolate chip? Vanilla bean? Chunky Monkey? Cherry Garcia? She read the titles over and over before choosing the winner: Pralines and Cream. Doing a happy dance, she closed the freezer door, whispering to the frosty container, “You’re coming home with me, you lucky dog.”

"Chocolate mixed with Cherry Chocolate Chip for me and the Princess. Pineapple for Alexander, his favorite; and coffee for you, Prince." I raised a brow. "What? No vanilla?"

Getting up early on my day off to prepare the pastries I had promised Ruslan took enormous effort. But it was too late to back out now, so after downing two cups of very strong coffee, I got to work. While the tart shells browned in the oven, I dipped fruit into caramel. I popped a couple straight into my mouth and smiled in satisfaction. I decided not to overcomplicate the cream and simply whipped heavy cream with powdered sugar. Berry jam went onto the bottom of each shell, the cream followed, and caramelized fruit crowned the tops as decoration.

he inquired, stopping midway to look at me. Despite the confusion and questions that I had, I managed to shake my head for a no. "Well, it's bread that has been soaked in cinnamon-vanilla custard, pan-fried, topped with berries, bananas and maple syrup," As he was speaking, he had already served me a couple of slices, of which he was adding the toppings before pouring the maple syrup on top. Once he was done, he did the same to his plate as he took a sip of his juice.

“Last is deserts!” “There is a Chocolate Pistachio Dome. When you cut into it, there is German Chocolate mouse on a bed of brownie with Chocolate gnash. This is a Passionberry Parfait with a graham cracker crust. This is a Lemon Tart topped with raspberries. This last one is a Blueberry and Lemon Cake Shooter.” Alec cut the chocolate dome and fed me a bite. The chocolate melted in my mouth and made me moan in response. “This is so good.” I said with a mouth full of chocolate.