Cookbooks By Celebrities Novels & Stories

The waft of the meat hit me all at once and Gage stirred, demanding we eat. Once Corinne could actually cook with real kitchen items and ingredients, she was loving it. Her and Serena were already putting together their own Cove cookbook. If a recipe was good they would make copies of it and pass it out. We’d gotten some binders for everyone and it became a big thing. Getting a good recipe was like getting a gift. Who knew this would be my life? *But what a life it is,* Gage said, watching our mate bend over to put plates on the table.

I knew her reaction to my prodding was only a defense mechanism she’d developed from her days at Moonstone, under the unforgiving eye of those lowlives she called family, but I couldn’t deny the pang in my heart to know that it was still there. How long, I wondered, would it take for her to be completely free from such thoughts? “I… found this cookbook,” she admitted, gesturing toward an open book that rested atop the kitchen counter that had evaded my attention until now. “It’s full of recipes I’ve never tried before and I… I guess I wanted to try my hand at it.”

I'm just glad I could find a way to express how much you mean to me, Brian. Ray's restaurant, MORNING RAY had gained popularity rapidly when he’d opened it up and the omega, who had once lived on Brian's beneficence, now had a little fortune of his own. three months ago, he’d had his first cookbook published and the audiences were scrambling for more. He’d already been a minor celebrity after the news of their mating broke to the general public while pregnant and he’d had a few appearances on TV over the last couple of years, even one that Brian had participated in, as it was a couples-themed competition show.

When I come back to the penthouse, the smell hits me before I see anything. Cooking. Actual cooking—the kind that involves heat and oil and the transformation of raw ingredients into something else. The kind that has never happened in this penthouse in eleven weeks because Celeste does not cook. She acquires food from the competent, the professional, the person whose job it is. She has a list of restaurants that deliver. She has a chef on call for events. She has never, in the entire time I've known her, stood in her own kitchen and made things from primary ingredients. She is standing in her own kitchen making things from primary ingredients.

“Your future in print!” I flipped through it, spotting celebrity chefs grinning from every page. “You know I don’t care about celebrity chefs, right? I care about food—and truth.” “Okay, okay,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, “but this could open doors. Travel shows, behind-the-scenes access, guest collabs with famous chefs—‘Evelyn vs The Flame,’ or something catchy like that.” I laughed. “Sounds like they already made the tagline without me.”

I guess now I’ll be able to say I went without food for 3 days as well. I pulled one of the books off the shelf, rolling my eyes at the title, “Cooking for the beginner.” I chuckled, “unless you have water dishes in you, you’ll be of no use to me.” I flipped to the first page and began reading. The book was about different herbs and spices that could be used to create soups. Bringing the book over to the desk, I opened the cabinet and began sniffing the contents to identify each one. I wrote them all down on a piece of paper numbered the way I placed them back into the cabinet. I bit of pride bloomed in my chest and Scarlett chuckled, “that was all me, don’t be so proud of yourself.”

She wondered how Ivy came up with such a ridiculous idea. It didn't seem like they would be able to form an alliance against Hazel because they were not thinking in the same wavelength whatsoever. She ate a few red grapes, completely dismayed, so she decided to just stop talking. Around the same time, Hazel was watching 'Gourmet Paradise' in her bedroom. On today's episode, it featured a world class chef showing how he made his special Sautéed Crab in Hot Spicy Sauce. She was completely enraptured with the screen and looked at it wide-eyed while she licked her lips. Her desire for the food made it seem like she was ready to pounce at the screen.

She smiled and said, "I got it, Grandpa. I was just ordering Albert around, not keeping anything secret. Your cooking is very good, so I want to try everything." James was instantly happy at the praise. "I thought you wouldn't be interested in this old man's cooking when you're the top apprentice of the Flanney Cooking Academy yourself." "Of course not. Everyone has their own special recipes they're good at. Both the Four Seasons and Gourmet Haven are renowned restaurants and of equal standing," pronounced Rebecca smoothly. Her sweet words made James smile even wider. However, she wasn't just buttering James up. She was only telling the truth.

” “It's fine, Sophia. I will update you if I find out anything.” “Oh, okay! I will wait for your call. Bye, and take care!!” The moment Sophia disconnected the call, she felt two big hands wrapping around her waist, and someone placed his chin on her shoulder. “How do you manage you cook such amazing food even though you don’t use spices or oils in the food?” “Well, what can I say? Both my brother and sister-in-law are chefs!!” Sophia responded and turned her head, and kissed his cheek. “And Rebecca’s hotels and restaurant are Michelin stars; you know that?”

Because it was clear the way he talked, he was a boob’s man alright. The first days they started with the basics, just cutting, chopping, dicing etc., as Amberleigh confessed more than one time, she was likely hopeless at this cooking business. Leo was a patient teacher, but truth be told, they cooked up more gossip than anything else. Grayson was a topic they rarely hit on, but everything else seemed to be free game really, and Leo was an expert source of salacious rich people scandals. The latest scandals rocking the uptown was Senator Berkshire was about to leave his wife for his twenty-year-old personal assistant, and the heiress to Giorgio’s Italian restaurant empire was in hiding due t