Custard Cookie Novels & Stories

she asked, spinning around to scan the piles and piles of boxes? “What the hell are we going to do with three hundred sweet tarts?” Maria asked, voicing one of Dianna’s questions. “Oh my god, is that caramel macadamia?” someone exclaimed. “I’ve got chocolate mud tarts,” someone else said. “Neenish tarts over here.” “Glazed strawberry.” “Chocolate and caramel,” someone mumbled around a mouthful. “Who the fuck sent me three hundred tarts?” Dianna yelled, silencing everyone. “I’ve got it,” Maria said, walking toward Dianna and waving a delivery docket.

She placed a small tray in front of me: a croissant, sliced apple, and a warm cup of cocoa with cinnamon dusted on top. I nodded my thanks and dug in slowly, eyes flickering to the screen. The dragon had just baked his first batch of star-shaped cookies when— Rustle. I froze. The sound came from behind me.

I agreed, “I know. It’s just not easy.” Amy brought out my favorite cake for dessert. It was a cake that stood eight inches tall. It was an Oreo cookie cake. Two layers of devil’s food cake with a two-inch layer of homemade cookies and cream between them. Then chocolate ganache was poured over the top and allowed to drip over the edges.

Demetrius sighed looking down, but I saw him grin slyly. "Okay, Okay I'll help" I gave up and helped him clean up his mess of cookie dough. Taking off my shoes, I washed my hands and Ben's hands. I preheated the oven to 350° degrees, and I started on the cookie dough. After I creamed the butter, white sugar and brown sugar. I beat in the eggs and then add the vanilla for that rich flavour and smell. I then add the dry ingredients, and lastly some chocolate. Demetrius stood behind Bentley as he helped him mix the dough, which Ben ended up eating.

“What’s antipasto?” “Are you kidding? Lettuce, roasted peppers, olives, anchovies, and cheese mainly. Then on the dessert table we have Baci DiDama, which are hazelnut meringue sandwiches filled with chocolate. We have cherry- almond star cookies, and pignoli—those are pine nut cookies. My aunt Lily makes a mean rainbow cookie with an almond filling, even though she’s not Italian. And of course you’ll find some cannoli and various fruits.”

These are dark chocolate cookies with macadamia nuts. I blinked. What the hell? She's even stranger than she was on the first day.

Proserpina “Mumma, can I help with those?’ demanded a persistent voice at my elbow, and I sighed. It was Tara. I had baked a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies for my boys who were home from their elite boarding school. But the entire batch I had baked the day before had been devoured. Now I sighed and turned to smile at Lou and Dom along with Tara, who had entered the kitchen. Tara came to me and began to help me. “Is it for Claude’s girl?’ asked Dom, who had no sense of decorum at times. I sighed. The boys were now almost as tall as me, as was Tara. “Help yourself, “I said drily, for I had seen the gleam in Dom’s eyes as he looked at the macaroons I had baked, the flavoured, delicate co

I looked up at him and smiled, satisfied with his double meaning comment, thinking even though I had to remind him to compliment me, I still loved hearing it from his mouth. After everyone had finished eating dinner, I bought out the chocolate custard with chocolate muffins and fresh cream dessert that I had made for everyone. It was my all time favourite dessert and the best thing about it was that it was super easy to make and took less than fifteen minutes to prepare and put together in a nice glass bowl. It had crumbled chocolate muffins at the bottom of it, and then was layered with some fresh cream and chocolate custard. “As you all know I’m not much of a dessert person, but this here

Lava cakes resting in ramekins. Shortbread cookies dusted lightly with powdered sugar. Caramel tarts glossy and rich. Ava stared at our station. “That’s illegal.” Alaric folded his arms calmly. “We followed instructions.” “You made a whole menu!” “We are efficient.” Malik tasted one of our shortbread cookies. His eyes widened. “Okay, that’s unfair.” Zendaya sliced into her red velvet cake. Perfect crumb. Denise presented her éclairs with quiet pride. My dad placed his cake at the center.

On the prep table, I had three options laid out: Mini lemon meringue tartlets — light, airy, and bright enough to awaken the palate. Almond shortbread cookies — buttery, delicate, with just enough crumble to melt on the tongue. Dark chocolate raspberry cake bites — rich but bite-sized, indulgent without being overwhelming. Cinnamon sugar cookies — warm, fragrant, and comforting; a classic addition. Each one had been tested, tweaked, and retested, but still, I found myself fussing over them. Adjusting the height of the meringue peaks. Checking the snap of the shortbread. Making sure the ganache glistened just right under the lights.