Clay Bacon Novels & Stories

Oh, how sweet! *** Finally, Vasilio takes Cia and Viktor to a restaurant that serves bacon—according to their son's request. Bacon is a product made from meat that is cut into small pieces where the cut side has a little fat. Usually taken from the belly of the pig, but can also be substituted with beef or chicken and served grilled, boiled, or according to taste.

I'll make breakfast while you fix the shirt you do you . "You didn't complain last night." "I'm not complaining now." He dropped a quick kiss on her lips. "You can shred my clothes anytime." ***** Bacon sizzled in the pan, the aroma making Clint's mouth water. Nothing powered him up for the day like bacon and French toast, with loads of maple syrup. Luckily, his chef kept the ingredients on hand, because he loved a good, politically incorrect breakfast as much as he did. And he appreciate her for that. Among other things.

“On second thought . . . I just love food.” “Which is which?” James asked nodding at all the different meats. “Country ham, sausage links, bacon, turkey bacon, turkey links, and some kind of weird soy stuff,” Tres said pointing each one out to him. He glanced with disgust at the soy patties before selecting a few sausage links and slices of bacon. James was about to pick up a bottle of orange juice to complete his breakfast when Tres stopped him. “Wait, wait, wait. You like smoothies right?”

The crispy bacon and crunchy, golden toast complemented the eggs nicely. "They're perfect!" Alicia praised. "Thanks. " Damian said, pleased with her reaction and noticing the surprise in Alicia's eyes. He said, "But these are just average breakfast meals." "Oh, come on, don't be modest, Chef Damian. You should be proud of yourself. These are far from average," Alicia exclaimed excitedly. "You know, my family put my American omelet and fried bacon on the banned list. My brother even said that my bacon would cut his throat."

Jenna woke up to Clay bringing her rabbit stew in bed. She had fallen asleep, and she could see how the world was dark now. He smiled at her, “here, eat up. You need to replenish your energy.” He teased. Jenna smiled and took the bowl. She took a bite and gasped, “Wow!” this is really good. Clay nodded, “Yes, food always tastes so much better when you make it yourself.” Jenna grinned, “what if I said I preferred store-bought?” Clay gasped and acted like she had wounded him, “You never speak such blasphemy again.” Jenna laughed and they sat in bed together eating their stew.

Clayton replied, clearly reliving a rather challenging memory as he sighed, listening to the rumble of thunder in the distance. He shuffled over to the kitchen and stated, "Okay, tonight we can eat some real food. You eat hotdogs, right?" he asked, looking at her with a raised eyebrow as he awaited her response. Camden looked at him for a moment, trying to establish whether he was being serious or not before she burst into a fit of laughter, unable to contain herself. "Hotdogs? Real food?" she exclaimed between gasps for air as she tried to catch her breath. "Yeah," she eventually managed to say amidst her laughter, "I eat hotdogs, Clayton." "Fresh bread is a rare treat over here, Cam" he sa

She smiled, "...And have you seen any artists for the opening of your gallery?" "Yeah, some came this morning and it was crazy like they have a whole lot of talents... I was just speechless," "That is good to hear," "Yeah right," They brought out the ingredients for the recipes and started baking. The first finger food they would be making was cheesy bacon puffs and Alva felt it would be good, like most of the finger foods were bacon filled but she felt like this one would be extra good. "So what are the other finger foods you have out picked?"

He would have to cheat by using corn starch. It was at this point that the coffee Zen drank earlier started working. There was science behind making good food. Slimes reminded him very much of jello and now, he wondered if there was a way to deconstruct slime the same way corn flour deconstructed beef briskets? The oven bell alerted Zen of the ready bacon slices. They were ready just in time for the poached eggs to be wrapped together in pan-toasted sliced bread spread with butter. It looked like a very sinful breakfast but Zen doubted anyone would complain about putting on weight when death could happen at any moment in this place.

It might not be the healthiest of breakfasts, but it was better than the whiskey that Frankie would have had instead. By the time Frankie shuffled back into the kitchen, smelling a hell of a lot better than he had earlier even if he had been a little heavy-handed on the aftershave, Finn was dishing up two large plates piled high with crisp bacon, creamy scrambled eggs, and thick buttered toast. “You know I don't eat that crap,” Frankie said as he sat down and reached for the mug of coffee Finn set in front of him. “Coffee’s all I need.” “I know,” Finn said reasonably, “but why not just have a taste for me? This is a new bacon that the butcher has. He smokes it himself. He assures me it's bet

Even Crystal didn’t seem all that edgy towards her after that revelation. “Would you guys like to go as a group?” Claire asked. My salad was getting really annoying to deal with. I hadn’t packed my lunch as usual this morning because I woke up late and was really stressed out about the whole Blake thing, so I had to get my lunch from the cafeteria and it was just my luck that the menu today consisted of nuts and vegetables which I hated. I was starving and I wasn’t going home early today because I had to be in The Clay Room after school to make more mugs, so I had no choice than to eat those leaves.