Cooking Oxtails Novels & Stories

He turned to Axton and apologized. Axton shook his head as his eyes went through the menu. "I would like the Branches combo meal,” then he looked at me, stretching the menu to me. "Go through the list and order what you want." My eyes scanned the list and I saw a list of mouth watering dishes. My eyes finally landed on the oxtail dish which consisted of brown rice, well grilled beef and some salad. I observed that Axton's order consisted of brown rice with a mixture of beans, grilled turkey and salad.

shouted Liana. "Okay, Mbak." (Okay, Miss) Liana stood in front of an abundance of food. "Don't forget the rendang." Rendang or rendang is a meat dish originating from Minangkabau. This dish is produced from a long low-temperature cooking process using various spices and coconut milk. The cooking process took several hours until all that was left were the dark black cuts of meat and bran. "Siap Neng (Ready Miss)," said Mbok Wati. "Who is that man? Ganteng pisan (really handsome) your boyfriend?" Wati asked, her eyes glancing at Nova in awe.

Old lady— Aunt Deng took him to the kitchen. "Today, you will just need to cook lunch. The ingredients are in the refrigerator and the cupboard next to them, and the knives and pots are here." Aunt Deng opened the cupboard door. “You can just make anything you see fit, I’ll be cleaning the living room." Not knowing whether the "sir" in Aunt Deng's mouth likes Chinese or Western, Luo Jingli did both. After some time, Luo Jingli brought the dishes, which are brown sauce steak, pork ribs noodles and oyster sauce kale, to the table.

He directed her to the couch, where they sat. "Wanna know my secret of how I make the soup?" He inquired, leaning forward with eagerness. Onyx began speaking even before Ophelia nodded. "I blend the lentils with the soup base, which adds richness and creaminess to the soup while also bringing out more flavor." Ophelia nodded and sighed, "You're trying way too hard you know." She muttered giving him a small smile and the façade of excitement faded away from his face. "I'm sorry about today Ophelia. I shoved you into-" He was stopped in his sentence when Ophelia exclaimed picking up a magazine from the table in front.

Their bodies were also mangled, their entrails scattered all over the ground. A bonfire was started under the night sky. "What a pity. If only there were a few more Yin-nature wild beasts' flesh and blood, this pot would be perfect... Come, you must sample my cooking..." Uncle Tianshu said with a proud smile. With one hand flaming with black True Fire, he set the black pot on his hand and stewed it for 15 minutes. A sizzling sound was heard from the pot. Tianshu then lifted the lid, and an indescribable aroma wafted out.

He'd had another couple of requests for his training services and he needed to touch base with the new prospective clients. Jenny busied herself in the kitchen. Taking a pot roast out of the refrigerator, she preheated the oven while she browned the beef in a large red Le Creuset Dutch oven. Once the meat was browned, she set it aside on a plate and used the same pot to stir diced carrots, celery, and onions in a bit of butter before replacing the roast and putting it in the oven. "What smells amazing out here?" Cole came into the kitchen and slid his arm around Jenny's waist, twirling her around.

Abigail was quite confident about her cooking skills. "Then, you guys can be my assistants. I'll be the main cook today." Dr. Sander was excellent at treating patients, but she could not really cook. She responded, "Sure." Abigail then asked Dr. Sander and Paxton to help her with the preparation for what they were going to cook. It would take a longer time to cook the bone broth that was needed for the lamb stew. So, Abigail started with that. She rinsed the lamb to remove any odor before putting it into the pot to stew it. She then slowly simmered the bones in the casserole.

Celia’s POV It is really hard. Really, really hard trying to cook when you have a horny, caring and possessive husband making you wet for no reason. I cringe when I look for making words for what he is doing to me beneath his shirt I wore. I am making the sauce by mixing gochugaru, oyster sauce, minced garlic, and black pepper together in a small bowl to add it to the pan in which the onions, beef and jalapenos are being cooked. I am making this spicy stir fried noodles, if only he lets me.

Avery opened the menu and saw the line: Slow-cooked steak: 54°C, 2 hours preparation. She remembered a dinner two weeks ago. Mrs. Cooper’s steak had been overcooked, and she had remarked in passing, "Slow-cooked meat is so much more even, though it’s a lot of work." Dominic had been sitting across from her then, cutting his meat without looking up, saying nothing. She had assumed he wasn't listening. The menu also featured strawberry tarts and chestnut cake—all things Dorothea loved. Avery’s lashes fluttered. She looked up at him. "Did you book this place specifically?"

Her stomach let out a traitorous, thunderous rumble. Her head snapped up. On the small fold-out table—the one that usually held junk—sat an induction cooktop. A heavy pot bubbled gently, steam rising in fragrant curls. Inside, tender chunks of lamb swam in a deep, herb-infused broth, carrots and potatoes bobbing alongside thick, chewy noodles. Beside the pot, a plate of crusty bread sat waiting, along with a small dish of chili oil for those who wanted heat. And on the side—a can of ice-cold beer, beads of condensation glistening on its surface.