Cooking Meme Novels & Stories

My phone buzzes. Remy: Best text I’ve gotten all week. I’m glad you’re better. Remy: Don’t thank me—you let me help. That’s the part I appreciate. Remy: Dinner: absolutely. Only rule is “no onions.” I will happily do dishes and pretend to be useful. I press my lips together to keep the stupid smile from splitting my face. Too late. Me: Your rule is sensible and already on a sticky note in my brain. Me: I’m thinking something simple. Soup that isn’t from a can. Or pasta. Or grilled cheese that makes June proud.

Bell peppers. I freeze. Chicken fajita. His favorite. “Damn it,” I hiss. I almost stop. Almost throw it away. Instead, I cook it faster, like finishing it quickly will make the memory disappear. I pour myself black coffee. Strong. Bitter. Fits the mood. I sit at the small table, staring at the food. Happy birthday. I laugh quietly, shaking my head. “I could eat a whole cow right now,” I tell the empty room. The sound of my own voice feels strange.

the second chef replied and the other chefs laughed at his frustration “Don’t worry I am here to help this year” she replied eagerly with happiness in her voice “Why are you always excited to cook? I know I am a cook but I am always sad to cook because I think cooking here is a suicide mission, you stay in the kitchen all day and almost get burnt every time, what is the joy in cooking when you also almost get cooked with the food?” the chef lamented “And you also get to eat nothing but leftovers, those bunch of stingy royal idiots” another added and they all roared with laughter once again

A Grandma lying on the small bed with her dog said. Mike and I rushed up stairs to cook the fish. When we got there, the crew already settled the big stones for flooring and a flat steel above it. Mike placed big charcoals on the flat steel and the crew helped him light it up to make the charcoal burning hot. Hot enough to cook fish and they placed a stainless grill pan on the top of the hot charcoal. I went back down stairs to grab something from my bag pack——a secret ingredient of my mom for cooking meat; whether it’s pork or chicken or fish or beef. Placed in a small plastic bottle inside a box. Good thing my mom didn’t took it out from my bag pack when she cancelled our picnic before the

Cooking keeps me sane. I cook when I am upset, happy, sad, scared. Cooking is everything to me. I love doing it. I mix the flour, sugar and all in a bowl. Everything in me is enjoying this cooking. Is it weird to feel like I can't wait to cook other dishes? Cause that's how I feel right now. Cooking is fun. The best part is, it makes me forget all my sorrows. Forget that I am in this house filled with scary people. Nadia and Lucia are nice.

Millie looked at me suspiciously. "Just wait and see," I said and picked up a pan. I may not know many things, but cooking was one of the things I was good at. "Prepare to get your mind blown!" I declared. Millie rolled her eyes. I cooked more pasta, minus the ten pounds of salt, of course. It was ready within a few minutes. "Oh my God," she said after taking a bite. "I know, right?" I smirked. "I used to think you were a useless human being, but this...you have a gift," she said.

“Joel…” “I cannot assure you of its taste,” he chuckled again, acting like he was having the time of his life. “But at least, the turkey is properly cooked. I looked up a video on YouTube and… don’t look at me like that. These days, YouTube is the bomb for cooking videos.” “I’m not looking at you because of that.” “Then what?” “I’m not hungry, so I guess I’m just going to wait over there until you are done eating.”

Everyone in our circle noticed what was going on between me and Ji-hoon, so I just quickly took the whole piece of the food inside my mouth before looking away from Ji-hoon. “Ohh… What's going on with you two? Acting so close all of a sudden,” Nana started teasing us. “Seriously? Right in front of my jajangmyeon, Ji-hoon?” Woo-hyun asked him lamely. “Oh yah!” Myung-soo suddenly reacted after hearing what Woo-hyun exclaimed. “How come you know that meme?!” Woo-hyun looked at him confusedly. “Oh, I kept seeing it on my F******k feed. Why?”

*** While Max was stressing out in his duties, Mew is leisurely cooking in the kitchen with Gulf and Aevin. The family of three cook Fettuccine pasta. Aevin insisted on watching the boiling pasta, sitting in the Island counter, while Gulf made the sauce, and Mew is grilling the chicken breasts in the pan. "I want us to do this once a week, like a bonding moment, what do you think?" Mew smiled warmly. Gulf nodded, full of enthusiasm. "Yes, we should do this." "Papa! It smells so good." Aevin, as a kid... He really loves food. especially now that it's his Papa cooking for them.

All she could do was pout and apologize sincerely "Kathy, I'm sorry. I'm so stupid!" Catherine didn't reply to her or scold her. She turned around, took out some noodles, boiled water, and put the noodles in. In the comment area, many people laughed like crazy. [I didn't expect someone to leave the electricity unplugged while cooking rice...] [Audrey's expression just now was too cute. That could be a meme!] [Her sister is too cold and unlikable. Anyway, I don't like her!]