Custard Cookie Novels & Stories

"Now, we're ready to party!" Abdul announced, Clapping his hands while Jason saw to the women's baskets and carried them to the kitchen. "Custard pie. Scotch egg," Abdul mumbled. "Cheese straw. Swiss roll. Treacle tart. Now that's what I'm talking about. Sausage rolls." "Abdul," Joyce shouted. "Bloody hell, woman! Abdul jumped, one hand hovering guiltily over the sausages. "Why are you shouting?"

I hear some low chuckles as behemoth numero uno says "I'm Azriel. The giant next to me demolishing the cheesecake is my older brother Atlas. The guys digging into the apple pie is my little brother Saint. The two knuckleheads tearing up those cupcakes are Stryker and Saxon. They're our cousins. Well 2 of them anyways. Finally the quiet guy snatching cookies is Liam. He's a friend of ours and Lincoln's older brother. We've known each other for years but never really connected the dots until boss brought you guys home the other night." "It's nice to meet all of you. I'm not done baking yet. I planned on making some pumpkin rolls, a variety of cakes and some baclava but don't ask me to cook any

Toad suggested as he scooped up the last of the custard with a strawberry slice on his fork. “Hell yeah!” “Yeh want some biscuits?” She asked cleaning up the work station. “I was thinking shortbread. But yeh like chocolate chip better, right?” “Girl, you keep cooking like this, and I’m going to need new clothes.”

“Now I should control these nach- oh, we also have something sweet? What’s that?” It’s her new recipe that Cassie is about to bake. Normally she doesn’t prepare desserts for game nights, but as a patisserie worker, she wanted to add another taste to her menu. “They will become chocolate cookies.” She answers and points to the whipped cream. “I’ll service them with that sauce.” “Oh, nice.” Peter fingers the white sauce and hums with appreciation. “Dad!” Cassie laughs and grabs his wrist when he reaches for it again. “Okay, you have had enough. You should leave.”

I hold up the small, gilded jug and they all follow suit. Then I pour the caramel over the sphere. They do the same. One by one, the chocolate melts, collapses, and reveals: A delicate, warm oat custard infused with vanilla, rippled with condensed milk caramel, and topped with cinnamon oat crumble and a crisp praline shard. On the side, a small quenelle of milk tea gelato and a laced oat tuile catch the light. Gasps go up and I sit. Even Margot and Charles are mesmerized.

I saw the smug look on Lucinda’s face as she turned away and walked out of the office. Just as I rounded the corner to go to the kitchen, Lucinda popped out of nowhere like a freaking ghost, sending scary shivers throughout my whole body. “Get to work,” she said calmly with a resting bitch face. I must have angered her very much today, “bake the cake. I will be there to fetch it in three hours.” I nodded my head obediently. Lucinda turned and walked away. I headed to the kitchen and got to work immediately. Making a quick chocolate cookie dough layer, I put oreos on it. Then I made a cheesecake topping with cream cheese, sugar and cream and eggs. When it was smooth, I poured it over the laye

After some time in the oven, she pulled out the custards, still slightly jiggly in the center. “We usually let them chill for at least two hours or overnight, but I’m going to cheat today,” she said with a mischievous smile. Before serving, she sprinkled a thin layer of sugar over each one and expertly caramelized it with a kitchen torch. “Tada! My signature Crème Brûlée.” She beamed, “Come have a taste!” I couldn’t resist diving in. The custard was silky smooth, a perfect balance of rich vanilla flavor and sweetness. As I cracked through the caramel layer, the bittersweet taste mingled beautifully with the creamy custard beneath. It was nothing short of fantastic.

"Holy crap." "Just wait." I rub my hands together and sit up in my chair. The Cookie is a giant chocolate chip warm cookie with chunks of Reese's peanut butter cups baked in. It's served in a small cast iron skillet topped with a scoop each of vanilla and peanut butter ice cream. And if that wasn't enough, chopped peanuts, more Reese's, and drizzles of hot fudge cover the deliciousness. The rest of the desserts don't even matter as we pick up our spoons and dive in.

Each bite was a perfect blend of crunch, freshness, and savory goodness. Finally, I reached for the strawberry pudding cheesecake cookies. These soft, chewy cookies were a delightful fusion of flavors and textures. The creamy cheesecake filling provided a rich, velvety center, while the pudding mix added moisture and depth to the cookie dough. Tiny chunks of fresh strawberries added bursts of fruity sweetness, making each bite a joyous experience. As I savored the last bite, I felt a deep sense of contentment. Each dish was a testament to Grandma's culinary genius and the love she put into her cooking. These recipes, once just scribbles in a notebook, had become beloved dishes that brought j

I move the contents to a cooling rack and place the trays in the sink to wash them. “They smell delicious. What are they?” Calista asks and Rosa was all too eager to reply. “We made chocolate chip cookies. See, and those are fairy cakes. But we have to let them cool otherwise the cream will go runny. Isn’t that right mommy?” I look up and smile at her. “Absolutely correct. Nothing worse than runny buttercream. Yuck!” I pull a disgusted face, earning me a giggle as I turn and open the cupboards and take out her princess plastic cup and grab the milk from the fridge.