Cooking By The Book Lyrics Novels & Stories

Vanessa approached Fenric from behind. Fenric turned to look at her in confusion and gave a curt reply. "Yeah." "How rude. Didn't Selene teach you to bow when greeting me?" Vanessa fumed. "How does one bow?" Fenric asked in his usual deadpan expression. Vanessa felt that she was going nowhere given Fenric's cluelessness, so she had no choice but to drop the matter. Instead, she asked, "I hear Selene lets you dine at her table." Fenric thought for a moment and nodded.

"I thought maybe it was time to pass it on." Tears blurred my vision as I traced the worn cover. How many times had I watched her write in this book, adding notes and adjustments to make each recipe perfect? How many weekend mornings had we spent in the kitchen together, flour on our noses as she taught me the secret to perfect pancakes? "I don't know what to say." "Say you'll actually use it this time," she teased gently. "Instead of ordering takeout every night." "Hey, I cook!" I protested weakly.

“Hold it like this, and curl your fingers under so you don’t take one off.” “I’ve had all my fingers my entire life,” I said. “I think I know how to keep them.” “You also thought you knew how to bake cookies last week,” she said pleasantly, and I had absolutely nothing to say to that. We were standing side by side at the kitchen counter, with a fillet of salmon between us and Aunt Carol’s ancient recipe book propped open against the backsplash. She’d decided after we got back from Henderson’s that tonight was a cooking lesson night, which apparently was not up for debate. I’d been forced into this the moment she’d unwrapped the fish and handed me an apron that said ‘Kiss The Cook’ on it in f

I pour the cheese dip in the slow cooker on warm. I heat little hotdogs in KC Masterpiece Barbecue Sauce on the stove before placing them in the other slow cooker. I set the marinara sauce on the counter to warm to room temperature. My “Rock Out” playlist wails from the living room speaker. I sing along to Nickelback’s Something in Your Mouth as I move from task to task in the kitchen. Alone in the house, the volume is higher than it should be while I sing and dance with no one watching. I love this song. I realize the lyrics are not favorable for women. I like what I like. This playlist contains explicit lyrics and songs I can’t let others know I love.

I memorized her recipe … written in her cookbook with her own handwriting. Whenever I’m falling apart, I make it for myself. One bowl is usually enough to stitch me back together. It’s my ultimate comfort food. It reminds me of the moment just before everything broke. We were grounded that night, sneaking back inside, trying not to get caught. I remember opening the door and being instantly, stupidly happy. Starving. The smell hit me like a hug — tomatoes, garlic, warmth. Home. I was already planning my excuse. Already tasting dinner.

That’s the only reason. I’m grateful for the music I put on before beginning to cook. At least because of the record player, we aren’t left in complete silence as we both sip on our wine. Cal clears his throat. “You shouldn’t feel silly for wanting to share your recipes with the world. They’re amazing and deserve to be enjoyed by people everywhere.” “I haven’t even been cooking for you for a week. Maybe I’ve just gotten lucky.”

ASHER * * I was standing in front of a beach house. An actual beach house. Sebastian brushed pass me. "What's wrong? you don't like it?", he asked. "Like it? this place will take me a full century to even-" "Asher, don't, just take a deep breath in and enjoy", he said holding my shoulders. I nodded, It's hard not to overthink. "So, do you know how to cook?", he asked. "What?".

A beat dropped through the speakers, and before I could run or throw myself out the window again, Kai grabbed the remote mic and started belting: "You are… my fire..." His voice cracked. Horribly. I burst out laughing so hard I nearly fell off the couch. “Oh my God, stop! You sound like a dying goat.” He pointed the mic at me. “Join me or suffer eternal shame.” “Im already suffering eternal shame!” But I was laughing too hard to say no. So I grabbed another remote from the coffee table and stood up dramatically. "Tell me why" I screeched, totally off-key.

The cool floor against my aching feet felt like salvation. "Did you really cook? Or is this another one of your elaborate takeout disguises?" "I followed the recipe to the tee," he said, crossing his heart with mischief sparkling in his eyes. "Even Googled what 'deglaze the pan' meant. Twice. Do I get points for effort?" "Depends on whether or not it kills me." I moved closer, peering over his shoulder at the stovetop where something simmered, releasing tendrils of fragrant steam.

^_~ **plays Fix You by Coldplay/ remake by BTS** Mr. and Mrs. Jones smiled at the young boy who busily moved in the kitchen from side to side. Asa cracked eggs in the pan while handling the bacon in another. His movements looked smooth and effortless even though he was currently multitasking. Mrs. Jones was sitting on the patio, enjoying the morning breeze when Asa came down. He asked for the mother-like lady to help him to arrange the ingredients. She wanted to help him, but the boy told her to sit back and enjoy his cooking. Losing the sense of presence around him, he started humming to a song sweetly.