Cooking Hannibal Novels & Stories

“Then we’ll just get to know each other more from now on.” …How was she even supposed to counter that…? Since she couldn’t reply, Hanley smiled before saying, “Putting that aside, do have a taste of my cooking… Don’t worry, if it isn’t to your liking, then I’ll just try again.” Nodding slightly, Fabiola then gave a slight taste… and to her shock, it was absolutely delicious! Had he actually made this on his own?! Her silence made him add, “Don’t worry, I can accept criticism…”

It was Hannah's voice. "It's me, where's Henry?" That sounded like Gabriella. Henry's fingers paused at the power button, letting the recording play on. "Oh. Hey Gabby, Ry is currently cooking for me," replied Hannah. "He lived on his own during college and honed his culinary skills. He used to cook for me often." Henry furrowed his brow slightly. Hannah's bragging tone made him uncomfortable, and he almost couldn't believe that she was saying such things. "Hand the phone to Henry. I have something to ask him," Gabriella said.

My footsteps completely faltered. Killian was standing in front of the large gas stove. The absolute ruler of a massive criminal empire was holding a wooden spatula, flipping a thick cut of steak in a cast iron pan. He had draped a dark apron over his chest to protect his expensive shirt from the popping grease. He looked completely natural, entirely at ease. I stared at him, genuine shock piercing through my anxiety. I had watched him test my food for poison in the bedroom, but seeing him actually cook an entire meal from scratch completely scrambled my brain.

That day, Hannah paid me another visit, and the food she came with was much bigger than normal. She had to help me eat some, just to clean up traces of her presence. “Your maids are good cooks,” I said, drinking from the gourd she came with. Hannah chuckled. “I cooked it myself.” I froze, blinking. “What?” She shrugged, a smile still playing on her lips. “I know, I know. But things like cooking are things I enjoy doing. Aside from the order of command and the need to shoulder some responsibilities, I love to cook my own food.”

"Okay, Mrs. Ford. I will help. Where do you want me?" "You're going to be making the dough." "Am I?" I challenge. Instead of replying, Hannah smiles, and it's so scary and convincing that shudders sweep down my spine. Jesus Christ. Where has my cute Hannah gone? This one is scary! "I take my cooking very seriously, Mr. Ford," Hannah cranes her neck when I walk over to her. I tilt my head to look down at her. She doesn't even reach my chin, yet she isn't one bit afraid. Nope. Instead of backing up from me, she pokes my chest with a finger while talking. "And in the kitchen, I'm the boss. Do you hear me?"

If he were in school, he would definitely be one of the popular ones. Ginger smiled and gestured for Belle to change out of her shoes while asking Gabriel, "Is everything ready?" "Almost. I've washed all the vegetables, but I'm not done with the sauces." Ginger washed her hands. "I'll make the sauces. What are you doing right now?" "I'm cutting up some onions for the barbecue." "That's nice. I love eating grilled onions." "I know," Gabriel said with a smile. He was cutting them up because she loved eating them.

This was all she could think of within the hectic schedule. With Gabina, she recreated the sweets she tasted when she went to the capital, which was new in their village. The male counterpart cooked their own special dishes. Hakoon cooked an Ilish fish. He marinated the fish with turmeric and spices. Afterward, he sauteed the five-spice mix, mustard poppy seed paste, chilies, etc. Then he added the marinated fish and let it simmer in the slow heat. His assistant prepared green lentil sweets made of mung beans.

"You obviously think less of me than you should. I've been cooking since before my head reached the tip of the countertop." "Hmm." Mentor somehow found it believable, considering what Fabian's mom was like, but he wasn't going to show it. "Where'd you hide Cook's body?" Fabian gasped dramatically. "How'd you know that?" He looked left then right conspiratorially before whispering. "I didn't want to do it. I was forced to. They made me do it." "Okay, what are you lot whispering about?" Cook walked towards them from the direction of the larder, he had a pound of red meat over his heavily muscled right arm and a meat tenderizer in the other.

Coming out of my thoughts I saw Hanna is about to go replaced the water. "Mrs. Harrison" I stop her when she gets up to do it again. "You should rest. I'll take from here," I told her. "No" she refuses and try to do it but I stopped her again. "I will do it. Please let me" "Fine, I will go cook a soup," she said. The door opens and Colby came in. "You don't need to do it, Hanna. Hailey has offered to do it. So, please go rest," said Colby.

The suspense was killing me. "Mmmmm! Oh my God! What is this?!” She began to wolf down the food. I felt a mix of feelings as I watched her eat. The meal was special to me. It reminded me of the time I spent with Mr. Dalton. It made me feel like he cooked it specially for me and now, Olivia was partaking in what was mine. “Hannah, Mr. Dalton's cooking is amazing! Did he tell you what this is?" I tried not to be upset and shook my head.