Dishes From Food Wars Novels & Stories

Tony raises his hand and a blue glow surrounds it. “Good thing I came prepared” a wormhole appears and a bag floats out. “How long have you been stashing this for?” I rummage through the bag and take out four sausage rolls with the usual diet coke. “Ever since I learned how to create pocket dimensions, I’ve been saving food there, for rainy days”

Just when Violet couldn't hold it anymore, she was about to stand up and run away from here as fast as she could, when: " Sorry to keep you waiting for a long time, here is your dish." It was the voice of the restaurant waiter, and then a row of expensive dishes was placed on the table. These dishes Violet had not heard of, let alone seen. A moment later, a full table of food was laid out in front of Violet, all meticulously and beautifully decorated. The abalone, the roast chicken... all of these were dishes that Violet had never seen before.

Fried pickles, okra and cauliflower? “Pulled pork sandwich with ginger mango slaw.” Now, he could eat pork. But calling that one bite wonder a sandwich was stretching it. Chase counted five more covered dishes. Which probably equaled another five ounces of food. “Bruschetta with heirloom tomatoes and anise-flavored basil.” He snorted softly. Chopped tomatoes on toast. Ava glanced at him sharply and he gave her an innocent look. “Spicy yellow fin tuna rolls with lime-pickled onions. And salmon on a bed of black diamond coconut rice.”

Included was honey hot sauce, chilled spiced watermelon, bourbon maple syrup and Vermont sharp cheddar cheese waffles; one of LA’s finest delicacies. There were so many dishes to choose from, only God knows why they prepare so many dishes when they barely even eat them. But that was the thing about being millionaires , you can’t question them for how they chose to use their money, especially when you weren’t there to advise them when they didn’t have it all. Aria noticed that Jimmy was just staring at the dishes and so she helped him fill his plates with Banana cream pie and Lasagna on another plate, they were his favorites.

For now. Dinner was a show. I sat quietly, nibbling on course after course of the food I hated. How come every time Luna Klarissa hosted one of these events she insisted on serving seafood? Not just one or two dishes, but every single dish was heavy in seafood. It started with caviar on cucumbers and crackers that were tasteless, which I hate. We had the usual scallops which were served at nearly every meal, seeing that they were the Luna's favorite, then a seared tuna salad that I had to pick around to get the parts not touching the offensive fish. The smell of the bisque, which I’m sure had lobster in it, almost made me puke. That would have added to the show if I had managed to throw up.

Davis spoke as he came toward the sitting room with plates of the meal he had prepared, he prepared lasagna, then spaghetti and stew with meat balls. “I hope it is as good as you hype it” I replied as I tasted the food and man it was good. Have I ever told you I have a thing for guys that cook? You have a thing for probably guys that have any talent. That is not true. Well, I have a thing for guys that cook, by cooking I do not mean random meals or meals that nearly escaped death. I mean proper, delicious, satisfying meal. Oh, so you just described Davis’s cooking? Huh. I said you just described the food Davis Garraway just made that you are eating. No, I was giving general preference althou

Brown led the maids to bring the dishes to the table one by one. “Ms. Daugherty, Mr. Winters made all the dishes for today.” Mr. Brown said with a smile, “This steamed sea bass was specially made by Sir for the Young Master Alden, these cola-gazed chicken wings are for Ms. Melody, and lastly this scalded Jinga shrimp was specially prepared for you, Ms. Daugherty.” Harold asked with a curious expression, “How about me? What dishes have been made for me?”

Adobo, Caldereta, Menudo, Carbonara, Seafood, and desserts were there. Her eyes shone. "Wow! This is a lot! It looks like I'm going to fight now," Emery said and sat in the chair. Travis and Dahlia followed her. She and Emery are beside each other, and Travis is before them. She can see the frown on Travis' face. She gave him the peace sign. "Their dishes are super delicious!" she said after tasting the food. "You cook better, wife," Travis said, smiling sweetly at her.

"That's right. Let's dig in first and not talk about unhappy things for now, Amanda." Forget Cynthia, because even I was finding it hard to restrain myself. Chili con carne, black pepper chicken chop, spicy grilled chicken kebab, rindswurst, spicy smoked beef brisket, spicy shredded beef… There were simply too many delicious dishes on the table to count, but there was nothing among them that wasn't either spicy or greasy. Of course, such a spread was also basically an express ticket to hell for patients with cervical cancer. However, I could tell these were all ordered via takeout at a glance.

"There are six dishes here, three made by me and three by James. Just choose which dishes you think are tastier." Since they wanted to ensure fairness, Lexi and Charlie didn't know which dishes were cooked by whom. They just had to choose which ones they liked, avoiding any emotional bias. James encouraged, saying, "Go ahead and try them. Summie and I are curious to know whose cooking is better." Since James had urged them as well, Lexi and Charlie no longer had any reservations. They uncovered the dishes and started tasting. When they uncovered the plates, Summer saw the dishes James had prepared—seared salmon, baked lobster, and foie gras. That bastard!