Dean Richards Recipes Novels & Stories

“Let me know… whatever Beth needs, man, we’ll make sure she gets it. Just ask.” “Thanks, Dean.” Dean nodded. “OK… so are we gonna work out or what? If we were just going to sit around and gossip like chicks, we might as well have had a coffee morning like the ladies.” “Well,” Chris said. “Jenny did bake croissants.” There was a short, jealous pause. “Yeah?” Dallas said. “Uh-huh.” Chris shifted his balance to help Dean lift the weight down for his first rep. “Plain, chocolate and jam-filled.”

Dean made sure to pre-order everything. I stare down at my plate. I've had a bit of fruit, and now I'm staring at my scrambled eggs, bacon, and sausages. There's a whole platter with fruit and cheese, different kinds of bread. Of course, I have some fruit scones amongst it too, Dean knows they're my favourite. There are pancakes, waffles, cereals, yoghurt, fresh orange juice, coffee, and tea it's simply crazy. What the hell was he thinking when he ordered this?

Just for tonight. Soon, it was their turn. Before Tammie could step up and order their meal, Collins was already being picky. “Don't make it too greasy.” “The spice should be minimal.” “Add some veggies, will you?” Tammie rolled her eyes and stood in front of him, “Extra greasy, extra spice, and please…don't include the veggies.” the young cook laughed out loud, “I suppose this is his first time trying street food.” Collins tucked his hands in his pocket, “Might as well be the last.”

Besides, if anything did happen, hotel security was on speed dial. "Remember, fresh cilantro if they have it," I reminded him one last time as he slid on a baseball cap. "I'll remember. I be back in thirty minutes," Dean said, closing the door behind him. The lock clicked loudly in the quiet room. I stood staring at the door for a moment, wondering what I should do until he got back. While playing checkers with Dean all day, we had started talking about food. When our favorite homemade meals had come up, I had told him about my mom's secret recipe for "Cheeseburger Pie. Dean suggested I cook it for Owen, along with some chocolate chip cookies. It wasn't exactly scallops with black truffles,

Little Ce who saw his Daddy's arrival immediately said, "Why did Daddy take so long in the room?" Dean immediately replied, "Daddy has a little work to do." Celeste who knew that held back a smile. Dean had a stomachache a while ago, so before coming down to the dining room, he finished his nature call first. "Did you get the breakfast you wanted?" the man asked. "Yes, Daddy. Handsome Chef knows very well, we miss his waffles and pancakes." added Little Ron. Dean looked at his breakfast. It was a salmon steak cooked in a little butter, then there was burnt wheat bread, a cup of coffee and a vegetable salad. He was satisfied with this menu.

Now he knew why Dean made that prayer yesterday. He knew she was a bad cook but he didn't think it would be this bad. What happened last night was a mistake that would never repeat itself. Penne pasta with vodka sauce and some parmesan cheese. After the funny but useful prayer from Dean, they all grabbed their cutleries and proceeded to feast on the meal she had made. Dean went first and spat it out the moment it got into his mouth. “ Hell nah, I'm not doing this. I'm not doing this with y'all, I will ask the maid to make me something.”

- Richard remarked, his tone sarcastic. "And since when have i ever treated you differently?. Speaking of which, Dean must be starving, how about we stop by some pastry shop and get some desserts for him.... I think he would love some doughnuts with chocolate syrup and some sponge cakes. " - I hopped, feeling ecstatic about having to pick out pastries for Dean. " I'm sorry, i won't be able to follow you as i have other things to attend to."- Richard reply was perfunctory, his long legs taking huge strides towards the rusty black gates.

Besides, if anything did happen, hotel security was on speed dial. "Remember, fresh cilantro if they have it," I reminded him one last time as he slid on a baseball cap. "I'll remember. I be back in thirty minutes," Dean said, closing the door behind him. The lock clicked loudly in the quiet room. I stood staring at the door for a moment, wondering what I should do until he got back. While playing checkers with Dean all day, we had started talking about food. When our favorite homemade meals had come up, I had told him about my mom's secret recipe for "Cheeseburger Pie. Dean suggested I cook it for Owen, along with some chocolate chip cookies. It wasn't exactly scallops with black truffles,

But scattered among them were dishes that reflected Dean’s style: meat patties, steamed fish slices, steamed tofu, and a bowl of delicate steamed eggs. Greg surveyed the table of dishes, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. His eyes skimmed over the spread before he spoke casually, "Wasn’t this supposed to be fast food?" Dean wiped his hands and briefly met Greg’s gaze, his tone unnervingly calm. "My skills are limited, can’t make that much fast food." Greg chuckled and shrugged. "Alright, never mind then. I think there’s some fruit in the fridge." Dean nodded, replying without much thought, "Yeah, I saw some watermelon. I’ll grab it."