Cooking Novels & Stories

By the time I get home, it’s usually already dark outside. I’ll cook dinner on that ridiculously tiny kitchen counter like I’ve been doing it my whole life. Salmon in the oven. Chicken breast and broccoli cut into neat pieces and seasoned with whatever basic spices I have within reach. Sometimes, while waiting for the pan to heat up, I’ll just stand there absentmindedly staring at nothing until the oil starts making that soft crackling sound that means it’s finally ready. There’s something comforting about those noises. They feel real. Grounded. Honest.

"A different boiling technique? That sounds interesting. Please, tell me more." The head of the chef's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as he began to explain his culinary experiment. "Well, you see, instead of the traditional method of simply boiling fish in water, I'm trying out a technique called poaching. Poaching involves gently simmering the fish in a flavorful liquid, usually a broth or a mixture of water and wine. This method helps to infuse the fish with the flavors of the liquid and keeps it tender and moist." As he spoke, the head of the chef demonstrated the steps he was taking. He had a pot of fragrant broth simmering on the stove, and he carefully placed pieces of fish into the li

he replied simply before striding out of the room. I pouted again, watching his retreating back. “That’s it? Just leave like that? Such a killjoy.” Cooker stepped closer, her eyes wide with amazement. “Girlie, we had no idea your cooking could be this good.” I blinked at her, caught off guard. “How did you make that omelet taste like that? It wasn’t ordinary. It was something else.” “Eh? It was just a normal omelet. I only called it special to make it sound fancy.”

he says and slides the notebook over to Elizabeth and me, showing an extensive recipe that covers two pages with strange words and techniques I’ve never heard of. "Not a problem," Elizabeth says slowly and unsurely. "Yeah." I match Elizabeth’s hesitation and stand. "Let’s...get started." "Careful, or you’ll break it," Ben says over my shoulder, watching as I stir his sauce in a pot on the stove. "Break it? What do you mean? It’s liquid," I say, peering behind. "Like this?" Elizabeth asks, and Ben turns to judge her knife skills. Somewhere between our offer to help with dinner and now, Ben has turned dinner preparations into a cooking lesson.

Emma sat at the kitchen table, a warm plate of food in front of her. The smell of rosemary and garlic filled the air, mingling with the soft hum of the oven in the background. Ava, the housekeeper, had prepared the meal, her usual routine of creating something comforting for the family. Emma had always been impressed by Ava’s cooking—simple, yet always packed with flavor. Tonight was no different. A tender chicken breast, roasted vegetables, and a side of mashed potatoes made for a satisfying dinner.

I wonder what was on the papers. After watching tv for a while, I glance over at the clock to see its 6:30. I get up and head into the kitchen to start cooking dinner. I turn my music on and sit my phone on the counter, before going over to the refrigerator and take out a pack of ground beef to make burgers and fries. I sing and dance along to the music while I cook. Cooking always seems to help me relax. Cooking here has a different feeling to it. I'm used to cooking in a small normal apartment kitchen, but this kitchen is far from normal. Everything is so nice.

The kitchen was filled with the comforting scent of sizzling garlic and soy sauce as Nova and Chloe moved around, trying to follow the instructions from a Korean cooking video they had found online. The kitchen counter was cluttered with ingredients—bottles of sesame oil, bowls of marinated meat, and chopped vegetables, all contributing to the chaotic yet somehow organized mess.

As I cook, I put on soft music to play in the background and open a bottle of wine, pouring myself a glass to accompany the meal. While chopping the spices for my dinner, I suddenly started listening to a song I love, and without realizing it, I started moving to the rhythm of the melody and humming the lyrics. It was a pleasurable and relaxed experience that made my time in the kitchen even more enjoyable. For me, cooking is an activity that provides a huge relaxation and works almost like a therapy. When I'm in the kitchen, I feel completely at ease and I can let go of all the worries and problems of everyday life. Although I enjoy it very much, unfortunatel

Sol Ming's mouth was blocked by Meng Meng words, and she can't help feeling as if her eyes are twitching. "No, you don't eat it like that." Just with the thought of eating raw fish with their fishy smell, she already wants to give up trying to speak. There are goosebumps running through her body. "You have to cook it first like what we are doing, such as stir-fry, broiling, baking, and even grilling. These are some of the cooking methods used to prepare the fish. You might not know this right now. I will show you in the future."