Cooked Banana Pudding の小説・ストーリー

“No, I’m okay with whatever pick you pick. But stop treating me li-“ April and the others left the two without letting Wayne finish. “I guess it’s just the two of us.” Said Jill. “Yeah, shall we?” Wayne led the way. It 5 minutes before the official recess time but the canteen was stuff already. Students trying to fit in inside just to get the taste of the sweet pandecoco, a soft bread with sweetened coconut as filling. While others are drooling over isaw, fried intestine of the chicken. A variety food and drinks are seen in the small place. Colored juice, like a rainbow. There’s a lot food to offer but little room, thus it’s a daily struggle for the students every day.

"Tut our pudding is ready but we need some finishing touch. " " Tut pass me the nuts." " Yeah.." he handed over a bowl full of nuts which was kept near him. "Is that enough!!!" " No something is still off ... Why don't we just put some cream also with pineapple piece." The pudding was carefully put at the white plate to stand out more. Amy began to make cream were as tut cut the pineapple slices into a doll like structure which look like a woman and man.Both of them made the dish look fabulous in there on way.

Most fruits, but lately, she’s discovered the joy of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. “Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches,” I murmured. I hobbled towards the pantry, wincing with each step without my cane. “It’s okay, Nori. I’ll have you right as rain in a few minutes,” I called out as I hastily prepared her sandwich. As a show of goodwill, I even cut it with a star cookie cutter I found in the back of the utensil drawer. I snatched a banana from the fruit bowl on the island and cut it into chunks before placing her meal on her table.

Nyla asked again. “H-harder...” I murmured. “Huh? Hard? Something hard?” Nyla interrogated me. I went back form my consciousness. “Huh? I said banana,” I told to her. “O-oh. Hard banana,” Nyla said. “Yes, it’s good with peanut butter,” I said. “Banana with peanut butter?” Nyla said with a disgusted face. “Yeah. What’s with the peanut butter without an banana,” I stated. “Huh? Isn’t... What’s with the banana without... Never mind,” Nyla stuttered.

Shantelle I looked at all the food on the table and looked at each one separately. The strawberries in the strawberry sundae are fresh, and the cheese-flavored fries are still fine. It looks like he asked for it to be brought to him. “How did you get it?” I pointed to the egg pudding and asked. "At the gas station," he said as he put the plate in front of me. "This fruit salad?" I asked again. "I made it," he said. I turned my head up and gave him a suspicious look. I asked with a look of doubt, "It wasn't poisoned, was it?"

“Say one more word and I’ll cancel this Wi-Fi plan.” “Fine, fine. I just wanted to say… someone here wants to see you.” She turned the camera, revealing Ash. Banana syrup all over his face, sitting at the giant marble dining table in Zane’s parents’ house. “Mami!” he screamed so loud my phone lowered its own volume in self-defense. “Sweetheart, indoor voice,” I laughed. “You trying to make me deaf?” Ash shook his head, hair sticking everywhere, cheeks sticky. “I eat banana pancake! Abuela make it! With snow sugar like Frozen movie!”

When I get back to the bench, Charlie has already bowled up another pudding and poured a generous amount of sauce over the top. I sprinkle a small dusting of gold over the top of the sauce and it sparkles under the fluorescent lighting. “That looks incredible,” He comments as he watches on with awe. “Just one small additive improved the look of it.” I pick up my camera and begin photographing the pudding creation, impressed by how much the gold shows up in the pictures. “What is the name of the pudding?” I ask, knowing that all our products are gifted a unique name. “Goddess,” He replies and my heart soars. Maybe I did judge him too harshly?

“Yes, but what they don’t know won’t hurt them.” The food came and I couldn’t believe how much I was enjoying it. The salad was good but the Chicken and Sausage Gumbo, and also the baked chicken was better than I even thought it would be. I never ate chicken before this day, and even though I love the taste of fish that I don’t think I can go back to just eating fish after today. The White Chocolate Bread Pudding, and the Bananas Foster a New Orleans were very delicious, but I would have to say that I more enjoyed the Bananas Foster a New Orleans. I was also enjoying the drink as well. “Are you enjoying yourself baby girl because I already booked us for the new year cruise as well. I hope yo

“Oh, my goodness! We should buy banana cues!” “Banana - what?” Before Diego could ask me furthermore about my favorite snack, I had already grabbed his wrist and pulled him to the stand. It felt like my hand was so small while going toward the old woman. His hand was so huge that I could not even reach my fingers. Wow! “Good morning, madame!” I greeted the woman who was fanning the barbecues on the grill with charcoals underneath it. “Can we have two banana cues please?” The old woman sweetly smiled. “Yes, of course, my dear,” she said and took care of the two sticks of banana. “Would you like to have some sugar?”

The aromatic scents filling the kitchen stir our excitement. I carefully lift the freshly baked banana bread off the pan, placing it on a plate. The banana bread looks delicious. We've created two types. One is chocolate banana bread covered in chocolate and chocolate chips, while the other is plain banana bread decorated with raisins, nuts, and shredded coconut as toppings. When the timer rings, Ray claps eagerly, and we retrieve our freshly baked goodies. Slicing into the banana bread reveals its moist interior, perfectly baked. "This is the best banana bread I’ve ever tasted,” Ray gleefully exclaims.