Good Roasts That Rhyme Novels & Stories

Eating had never been nice until she found herself in Dead Groove and they all ate together, no ranking at the table. She sat down and served Lupus, them herself, then the two rascals. "Bon appetite", she smiled. "This is really good", Dalcon moaned, the food melting in his mouth. "Curry rice and vegetable sauce is really my favorite food", Xenus commented. Lupus just continued to eat. "Alpha, won't you say anything, hot stuff cooked for us for the first time", Dalcon said stuffing his face with his food. Lupus returned a glare. Laureffaine simply payed attention to her food. The hot chilli from the sauce made her lick her lips.

I looked away, drying my damp hair with my fingers when I caught a whiff of something, smoky, spicy, and unexpectedly mouthwatering. I sniffed again. “You smell that?” Kate lifted her nose and smiled. “Oh yeah. That’s Kira.” We both picked up the pace, the aroma growing stronger with every step, seasoned meat roasting over fire, herbs simmering in fat. My stomach rumbled. As soon as we stepped into the clearing, Kira’s voice rang out. “Well, well, if it isn’t the lovebirds returning from their little river romance.” I groaned. “Kira.”

Instead, we walked into a celebration. It didn’t register at first. The drums were too loud. The firelight is too warm. For a moment I thought it was a delusion, some trick of smoke and exhaustion. But then the cheers rang out, and the aroma of roasting meat crammed the air. Not burning, Not death, But feasting. Adolph reined in beside me. "Is this some twisted funeral?" "Doesn’t smell like mourning," Basten said. He sniffed, then nodded ahead. "That’s spit-roast. Something big."

Propose? The food aroma was tempting. My mouth watered at the sight of the dishes. “I don't get it, though. Why do they give a ridiculous name to a steak? Like it's roasted meat.” Nathan laughed as I complained. “Well, fancy restaurant. Fancy names. That's their sales point. But you're right. It's ridiculous.” Nathan smiled and picked the cutleries, reading to dig into his food, when clinking footsteps walked towards us. I looked up from my food, my side eye-catching the view of long legs wearing a black heel.

I roll my eyes at myself. The omegas set the plates down on the coffee table and lift the silver domes. Fuck. The racks of ribs look incredible. Thick glaze, dark and glossy, the smell alone, enough to make my stomach growl. There are fries, coleslaw, salad, and a plate of chocolate profiteroles for dessert. Lex rumbles again, stronger this time. Approval, unmistakable. Hmmmm, Maybe food really is the answer.

“I’ll contact him later. Let’s go.” *** The restaurant was beautiful, with waterfall-like mahogany curtains that seemed to trail endlessly before hitting the lush black carpeted floor. The candlelight dinner was beautifully presented too. They were served with a garden salad as a starter and an entrée of prime ribs as a harpist played by the side. The music was beautiful but the melody never reached Jane’s ears. And while Wayne seemingly enjoyed every bite of his dinner, the food tasted like ash in Jane’s mouth. She had lost her appetite the moment she heard of Roxanne’s name.

the man said, clapping his hands, “everyone hungry?” “Yes, sir,” he and Eliza said in unison. Blakeney rose—a little unsteadily—and made his way back into the house. A few clangs and claps could be heard as he opened and shut cabinets and slammed the oven door closed. A couple of minutes passed, then the man returned carrying a large platter with a rib roast in the center of it. The roast was situated on a bed of grilled vegetables and spiced, roasted potatoes surrounded the entire affair. James’s mouth began to water, and his stomach rumbled at the sight of the tantalizing fare. “Wow, I didn’t know you could cook, Mr. Blakeney.”

It extended a flame gun and heated the ribs fiercely. "Add some more on this side!" Larissa directed MAVIS while sprinkling cumin and salt on the ribs. Under the high-temperature roasting, the ribs quickly turned golden and sizzled with oil. Mia gulped. "Do you need help? I brought utensils. I'll go wash them." Terry gave up trying to persuade Larissa, tempted by the enticing aroma. After climbing so many stairs, they were tired and hungry. Eating a full meal would give them the strength to tackle the next challenge.

While thinking about what to cook, Red decided to play some music to make his cooking more enjoyable. Lazy Song by Bruno Mars playing~ Today I don't feel like doing anything I just wanna lay in my bed Don't feel like picking up my phone, so leave a message at the tone 'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything~ Red was still dancing while listening to music. He started to gather the ingredients he needed for cooking. He decided to cook Garlicky Roasted Cauliflower Pasta, Steak, grilled vegetables, and baked/mashed potatoes. “I'm gonna kick my feet up, then stare at the fan

I am a businessman well known here. I sat across Jeff during dinner. At first, I thought there was a feast because he cooked a lot of meals for dinner. "I figured you would be hungry so I cooked a lot." He said while he took his bite of roasted meat. I have never eaten roasted meat in my whole life. This is like roasted meat is his stable food because he eats it like nothing. His mouth moved and I was drooling staring at it. It would sure be delicious the way he is licking his lips.