Copy Pastas の小説・ストーリー

Rosita's POV I twirled the pasta around my fork, the cheesy, golden strands sticking together. Pasta carbonara, Fernando had called it. I hadn’t tasted anything properly since… since the poison. I lifted the fork to my mouth, the first bite a timid offering to my recovering senses.

He tries his best to look apologetic, “Cheesy pasta, if that’s possible.” Carlos smiles and nods, disappearing into the kitchen. A few moments later he returns with what looks like a loaded macaroni cheese, with chicken, bacon, sweetcorn, spring onions and breadcrumbs on top. It looks delicious. “That looks amazing. Thank you.” He bows his head and hands it over.

She said, "Mr. Jardin, it's not good for you to go without food all day! I found some pastinas that Ms. Jent made, which she had stored in the freezer. I thought I'd cook some up for you." "She made these?" Zach asked. Margaret nodded, "Yes. The day Rosario passed away, Ms. Jent suddenly craved pastinas. She spent the entire day preparing them but never cooked any. They've been in the freezer ever since." Margaret also wondered why Madelyn made the pastinas but did not cook them. A sharp pang of pain hit Zach's chest as he looked at Madelyn. He murmured, "Madelyn, you've forgiven me, haven't you?"

I muttered savoring the taste of the creamy pasta “It's been so long I was actually afraid that you might not like pasta anymore” “Of course I still like it, why won't I like it, this taste so damn good” I muttered “I'm glad you like it” He smiled, I tasted the fried chicken breast and the pasta and I almost lost my mind, this is so fucking good, I kept on eating and eating, and gosh he bought so much food and I cannot stop eating, my stomach was so full and still there's so much food and he barely ate anything

And vice versa for him, they are hot and emotional to each other. All the ruckus started 20 minutes ago.. Group 3 chose a culinary menu with the main ingredients of the original recipe napoletana pasta. The menu they named it lunch style Group 3. The plan is that the pasta will be served with savory seafood on a plate that is served using peanut sauce and aromatic spices from basil leaves as a flavoring. Initially all goes well, before Eric arrives and starts acting as the group's leader which he is, more extreme he cosplays as chef. No matter who started the fight first between him and Debbie, no one wants to give in.

Chynna grins at something my Dad says, just as Cara gestures at Kai. ____ Chicken Piccata, Shrimp Fra Diavolo, Lighter Fettuccine Alfredo, Spinach and Riccota Manicotti, No-Boil Baked Ziti, Vodka Cream Sauce, Basic Ragu Bolognese, Chicken Scarpariello, Tomato Sauce, Pasta Primaver, and Parmasen. These are the food on the table, and most of it was cooked by Caden and Nathaniel. "Pass me the Cream Sauce, please." Violet says to no one in particular, and I pass it to her, since it's closest to me.

Grant came in daily, to keep the apartment in order, but she had never been expected to cook. Still frowning, Electa watched the under-cupboard lighting reflect down onto his long brown fingers as he lifted the lid off a pan of what looked like simmering pasta. “You made that?” she couldn’t stop herself from asking the question. “It’s from a packet,” Adrastos admitted, “with precise instructions printed on it. The rest came ready-cooked in cartons from ‘Tony’s’.” He named a local Italian restaurant they’d used to eat at often. “Tony refused to provide his fresh pasta for me to ruin.”

Everything Lorna Astor had never been, and likely never could be. “I’m Vespera Nightingale, and I’ll be playing Sammie,” she said, bowing her head slightly. “There’s no excuse for my tardiness. Please, accept my apology and enjoy these.” Just then, a delivery crew burst in behind her, bringing trays of upscale snacks, gourmet coffee, and dainty finger foods. It was a clever move. The tension lifted immediately as the cast murmured in appreciation. Who could stay mad at someone who was not only stunning but also thoughtful enough to bring food?

Once Adrian left, Lana quickly tidied herself up before eagerly diving into the aromatic pasta. Aware of Lana's meatless diet, Adrian arranged for a delectable pesto pasta dish, ensuring each element was crafted with freshness in mind. The pasta, coated in a luscious, homemade sauce, struck the perfect balance of texture and flavor. In what seemed like mere moments, Lana had devoured the generous serving, relishing every mouthful. Yet, even after savoring the last bite, Lana found herself craving another taste. Seizing the moment, Adrian returned, presenting Lana with a replenished bowl of pasta.

Her mood swiftly changed. “You know what, instead of the same boring pasta and sauce, why don’t I teach you different forms of pasta?” “What!!!!!! But what will we do with all that food? Because there are up to ten forms of pasta! Mozzarella pasta, cheesy pasta, risotto, lasagna, fusilli, penne, spaghetti Bolognese, mac and cheese, Alfredo, and ravioli!” “Hmm, you are right. We shouldn’t just waste it. Why don’t we share it with the street or people?”