Cocinera Novels & Stories

He asked me with his hands covering his ears since I couldn't stop screaming like a madwoman. "Do I like it? I LOVE IT!! I love the 48 Inch Double Oven Dual-Fuel Range with Made in Italy, Counter-Depth, the 6 Monobloc Brass Burners, the Electric Self-Clean Oven, the Auxiliary Electric Oven, the Stainless Steel Electric Griddle, the Self-Clean Feature, the 8-Pass Electric Broiler, the Digital Temperature Gauge, the Smooth-Glide Telescopic Racks, and the Soft-Close Oven Door. And did you see the teppanyaki plate!!!AHHHHH!!".

Four tall big windows on the left side with silky brown coloured drapes shielding her from the outside world. She found her way into his kitchen which was also spacious with a vast kitchen island built in the center of it all. It was stocked with plates, all shapes and sizes of cutleries and other accessories meant for the kitchen. A deep freezer was by the left end and she let her hands roam on every surface in the kitchen. She already was imagining cooking meals for Stephano with the four burner cooker which was besides the big pantry.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Mrs. Hinkle led us through the institute, her enthusiasm infectious. As we entered the kitchens, I was struck by the sight of the state-of-the-art equipment. Rows of gleaming stainless steel countertops were lined with high-end appliances. Expensive ovens stood tall, their polished surfaces reflecting the ambient light. Stand mixers hummed quietly, their beaters whirring with precision. There were proofing cabinets, dough sheeters, and industrial-sized refrigerators, all impeccably maintained. “These are our proofing cabinets,” Mrs. Hinkle explained, opening one to reveal the perfectly risen dough inside. “They’re essential for getting that perfect rise on

“Come and let’s get a drink.” James was led through a revolving door into a gourmet kitchen. Modern, stainless steel appliances stood amongst the marbled counter tops. Authentic crown molding wrapped the ceiling of the room. Moving around the cooking space was a woman who looked to be in her late thirties with blonde hair and brown eyes. She was a plain woman, but with an air of accomplishment. At their approach, she turned with a smile in admonishment. “No more sneaking bites of food, Mr. Masters.” Eliza’s father threw his hands up in surrender. “No food—just drinks, I promise.” He turned to James. “This is Cathy. She does the cooking and cleaning around here. So what’ll it be?” Bill Master

“You don’t even use half of this, do you?” “Not yet,” he said. “Maybe you’ll need it for deliveries or something.” Then he saved the best for last. He opened the double doors at the end of the hall and stepped aside. The kitchen. I stopped breathing. It was obscene. Matte-black cabinetry that went all the way to the ceiling, a six-burner range with a griddle and a plancha, double ovens, a walk-in fridge that glowed softly when he flicked the light. And there, in pride of place on the island, was the Pacojet—the exact model I’d stared at in catalogues for years, the one I’d whispered about to Milika like it was a celebrity crush. I’d never touched one. Never thought I would.

she murmured. Later that afternoon, they arrived at the chef’s private studio, a space bathed in sunlight with walls lined with shelves of fresh ingredients, gleaming utensils, and delicate culinary tools. The chef greeted them warmly, a tall woman with an infectious smile and eyes that sparkled with passion. She listened intently as Cynthia described her cooking journey, her interest piqued by the young woman’s dedication and enthusiasm.

"Sino ka at ano'ng kailangan mo dito sa kusina ko?" "Ako si Architect Cruz. Tinitingnan ko lang kung okey pa ang mga dala naming frozen meat and fishes kagabi." Dagling nabura ang mabagsik na ekspresyon ng kaharap pagkarinig sa paliwanag niya. "Pasensiya ka na, Architect. Ang akala ko kasi'y isa ka sa mga trabahador ni Mr. Castillo. Este, kumain ka na ba? Nakapagluto na ako. Ipaghahain na kita dito," alok nito.

She was dumbfounded. The kitchen was extremely wide. Everything needed to make cooking easier and faster was present. The space was enough to content it all. The pressure pot, gas cooker, electric cooker, in-built microwaves, different types of blenders, cutters, knives, a double door smart refrigerator, dishwasher, hot plates, stand mixer, air fryer, pans, trash compactor, a small built-in television and so on. Too many to even mention. ‘Again, just wow!’ She didn’t say it out this time.

Clio said and Erica smiled in response. As Erica walked around in the kitchen exploring it even more she came to know that, the kitchen was not only filled with magical beings but also possessed its own enchanted appliances. The oven, named Ember, had a personality of its own. It could sense the perfect temperature and cooking time for each dish, ensuring that everything that emerged from its depths was perfectly cooked and bursting with flavors.