Cooking Hannibal Novels & Stories

"Hello, girls. Still working?" "Yes, Mr. Stirling!" Mika chirped, her eyes wide. "Have you three eaten dinner yet?" he asked, checking his watch. "No," Hannah said. "We were just going to order pizza." "Don't bother," Chandler said, rolling up his sleeves. "I’ll cook something. I need to clear my head anyway." "Mika gasped, leaning forward. "I still can't believe he cooks, it's so hot." I glared at her. "He’s not a chef, Mika. He just knows how to not burn the house down."

Leo was in a suit in the private area, and he asked him, "Tell me about learning to cook. What did you mean?” Mr. Neil's eyes flashed with surprise. "You don't know? Mrs. Cox… oh I mean Miss Hunt didn't even know how to hold a kitchen knife when she first got here! Later, she could simply make a table full of delicious food. Can't you see how far she’ve come?" Mr. Neil became a little furious as he talked because he thought about how hard Mona had worked to learn how to cook for Leo.

As if to calm herself, Hannah held his arm and said softly. Ralph did not think she would be so sporting and was somehow startled when she took his arm. He saw her looking gentle and perked up. “I’ve made a reservation beforehand, and the food will be ready for us. I even ordered bouillabaisse, which has all the proteins you need to recover.” “Okay.” Hannah was somewhat distracted. Preoccupied with their thoughts, they were quiet as they had their meal. Ralph tried to arrange a surprise, but Hannah got so lost in her thoughts that she did not notice him leaving the table a few times.

] [I’ll be damned, is it true? Fortunately, the kitchen space was large enough, and everyone worked according to the division of labor. After washing the ingredients, Daisie handed them to Hannah. Hannah could cook too, so cutting vegetables was not a difficult task for her. And Denzel, who was standing right next to her, cracked the eggs into a glass bowl and beat them meticulously.

Cooking after all that Gabe had told her about the meeting was hard. She was so unenthusiastic about the cooking that she took longer than she usually would, but she was glad that Gabe was talking with his family to occupy them, so they didn’t really notice the delay. If they did though, they said nothing, which was also perfect. She sighed as she continued to dish the food, then the kitchen door opened to show Fabio. “Hey, Ms. Harris. Have you heard about the meeting from alpha Gabe?” he asked her.

"Gideon, Miss Walter, excuse us. Hanna and I are just going to prepare our lunch." "Did Gideon cook this?" Hanna asked, looking at the classic roasted chicken and gravy that I served on the dining table. Aside from that, he already prepared creamy garlic mashed cauliflower for the sides. "Yup." I pursed my lips. "But this lemon meringue was mine. I baked this earlier." I said, pointing at the dessert on the table. "Gideon really knows how to cook now, huh?" Hanna chuckled, impressed. "I still remember the first time he asked me how to cook pasta bolognese. He looked so confused."

Maybe he and Rafael were actually cut from the same cloth, but he was just injured. “Thank you,” Nathaniel grunted when she didn’t stop looking at him. He took the tray and shoved some of the bacon into his mouth. “Is there a cook or something?” Nathaniel asked he didn’t know what happened to Hannah whether she died in the gunfire or she ran away. “Um no, is there a problem with my cooking?” Rosalyn asked as she slowly took a seat beside him. “You shouldn’t be doing the cooking,” Nathaniel said avoiding her question. Her food tasted good, but it was not her place to cook for him or the house.

Nancy smiled as she added all the food ingredients into the cooking pot of the boiling yam in hot water. She was smiling as she could perceive the delicious aroma of the food she was cooking. She picked up her spoon to stir the pot and added the dried fishes that she had washed, the red oil, and the vegetable leaves too, while salivating to have a taste of the delicious meal she had prepared. Nancy went back to her kitchen when she was done cooking and switched off her gas cooker. Her smile brightened as she served out a little portion of the hot yam on a plate on her cabinet top.

Jensen’s POV The next morning I woke early and went downstairs to the kitchen. I decided that I wanted to show off my mad cooking skills, plus Lynn and I had a big day ahead of us. I went to work making pancakes, bacon, sausage, and eggs. I had learned to cook from Mike and Catherine’s mother. She had taken me in as one of her kids and she was an amazing woman. When she and James died it had killed me just as much as it killed Mike and Catherine. I tried to shake off the memory and went back to cooking. I had coffee going and the table was set. I was just about done when I heard a husky voice behind me. “So, you like to cook huh? It smells great son.” I turned and saw Cornelius standing in t

It's been a long time since I had the chance to prepare a proper dinner for anybody and I miss cooking dinner with Zab and Nana. Me and Zab always played around the kitchen with Nana and because we were always pestering her while she was cooking she decided that she should just teach us how to cook. Both me and Zab love cooking but I guess I love making stories and drawings a bit more. I was halfway through my cooking when I suddenly felt two strong arms around my waist and then Gavin's chin on top of my head. "What are you doing?" I asked him as I stir the contents of the pot that now smells divine. You can never go wrong with a classic Nana recipe.