Cookbooks By Celebrities Novels & Stories

he added as he scooped some of the corn salad onto a chunk of steak and popped it in his mouth. "Good, I'm glad!" Dillon started with a big mouthful of corn and continued as he chewed. Bad manners, but who cared? They were at the beach. "It was a recipe I saw on the Food Network ages ago by The Barefoot Contessa. Love my girl Ina Garten.

My gaze wandered over the spines, and my heart skipped a beat as I spotted a familiar title nestled between two larger books - my own book, its silver spine glinting in the soft light of the room. As Roxy disappeared into her room, I took the opportunity to explore the rest of the apartment. I wandered into the kitchen area, and my eyes widened in surprise. The kitchen was a culinary paradise, fully stocked with an impressive array of cookware, utensils, and gadgets. Every available surface was adorned with jars of spices, baskets of fresh ingredients, and cookbooks that seemed to span every cuisine imaginable. It was clear that Roxy had a passion for cooking, and that this kitchen was her h

She added yogurt parfaits with layers of fresh fruit and crunchy granola, and poured us rich, dark coffee. I sat at one of the polished wooden tables, eyeing the dish she placed in front of me. “You’ve got a gift, Emily. My wife used to make eggs like these, but she always insisted she couldn’t compete with French chefs. I told her to write a cookbook. She never did.” “Do you have any of her recipes?” Emily asked gently, sitting across from me. “I’d love to try making one of them for you someday.” I was struck by the sincerity in her voice. She wasn’t humoring me. “I believe I do. Somewhere in the house. Maybe tucked into one of her old journals.”

She inquired, cutting her fingernails. "Any homemade food" he replied, he didn't care if she knew how to cook or not. He didn't marry her to be his cook or maid. He would cook if she didn't know. He grinned at the thought. He would be the chef and served her on the bed and dining room. "Your favourite book?" "ARB101 and Adiya Amir by Um_royhan" he replied. "Awww, who could take you like a romance sucker" she snickered.

“She’s working on the merger. It makes sense for her to be there.” Of course it did. I spent Saturday evening cooking. Not because anyone asked, because it was still my home, my table, and I refused to sit at a lunch I hadn’t shaped with my own hands. I made lamb and roasted vegetables. I set the table with the good napkins and the glasses Dominic only brought out when he wanted to impress. Celeste appeared in the kitchen doorway Saturday night, effortlessly put together in one of her weekend outfits. “Is there anything I can do?”

"Anyway, I had a stack of magazines they brought me. Old out-of-date women's magazines, mostly, but I was thrilled with anything to read." She blinked, momentarily transported back to her stark white box. Looking up, she saw Cole smiling encouragingly. "I zeroed in on the recipes. They all had such delicious-looking pictures. When I was really bored, I imagined myself making the recipes in a beautiful kitchen, one with all the fanciest appliances." She smiled at Cole. "The chicken piccata I made you?" He nodded. "I probably made that twenty times in my mind."

She says sighing. “Get a cook book maybe?” Adira says and Chloe rolls her eyes at her. I can tell Adira is annoyed by that but she doesn’t react to it. “Whoever learned how to cook from a book? I would rather have someone teach me.” She says smiling at me. “YouTube is a great place to learn how to cook.” I say and she rolls her eyes at me.

She giggles, “ Aye, you do. I kept your dinner warm.” My girl, always taking care of me. It doesn’t matter that it is after eleven at night. She made sure I had something to eat. “ Honey, I could have just made a sandwich. You did have to do that.” I said. She kisses my neck lightly. “ I know. I wanted to. You have been working extra hard lately between the dispensary and rehearsals. I wanted to make sure you had a decent meal. I made twice baked potatoes, coleslaw and barbecue ribs.” Damn that sounds good. Did I tell you not only is my girl a bad ass but she is a damn good cook. She has been getting recipes from Merigold and the internet and trying them out on me. I’m happy to be her guinea

Before I could decide, Caleb breezed in, laden with an array of vegetables, pork, fish, and shrimp. “Can you cook for 8 people?” His casual question startled me, and I gaped at the spread before me. He winked mischievously and left me standing there, bewildered yet strangely exhilarated by the challenge. Taking a deep breath, I plunged into action. With a newfound determination, I chopped vegetables with precision, seasoned meats with care, and orchestrated the chaotic symphony of cooking for a crowd. The kitchen became my sanctuary, a place where I could channel my doubts and fears into culinary alchemy.

It was after we had lunch and they are not back till now. "A double dinner date sounds perfect!" CJ rushes to the kitchen and is fumbling for something as he opens up every shelf. "What are you looking for?" I ask standing at the door, my hands crossing against my chest. CJ draws something from one of the shelves. "A cook book." A grin lights up his face. "Let's get down to business." I toss up my hair in a bun as CJ puts on an apron and tosses another one to me. This is the weirdest meal I've ever had to make.