Good Roasts That Rhyme Novels & Stories

I can tell he loves that name. Any girl will be lucky to have him. But if she hurts him I’ll beat her ass. So right now it is just me and Goof in the house while I make dinner. I’m slicing potatoes when there is a knock on the door. Goof goes to check it out. I hear the door open and close but don’t pay attention. I know Goof has it. I hear “ Where is my sexy girl?” Rocket, of course it is. Goof brings her into the kitchen. “ Oh, just in time for dinner. What are you making me?” Rocket asked. I laughed, “ I’m making Barbecue chicken, potatoes au gratin and seared asparagus.” “ Look at you being all domestic, making dinner for your husband.” Rocket chuckled.

This is making me want to disappear back into work just to avoid the awkwardness of realizing how much I’ve missed. “So, you have to guess which one is made with mayonnaise,” Rook says, his tone way too amused. “Excuse me?” I stare at him. “Yeah, we got bored and decided to test your pancake skills. Good luck,” he laughs, holding out the plate. “If I take a bite of it, expect it to be spat in your face. I hate that shi…ny stuff.” God, that was an epic fail at not swearing. Rook bursts out laughing, bending over like he physically can’t handle it. “That was the best thing ever!” He wipes his eyes, still grinning.

Haters gonna hate. Mat was already at a table, with a pile of food and he waved at us. I waved back with a smile and Kami waved as well. We got in line for food and I turned to Tristan, slinking my arm through his, “Any recommendations on what’s good?” I asked, smiling up at him. “All of it is good, but the roast beef is usually the best.” “I’ll try that then.” I loaded my own plate with roast beef, brussel sprouts, squash, zucchini and a bit of teriyaki chicken as well and some mashed potatoes with gravy.

They know the King and the Queen are sleeping in different wings. They place the platters on the table. The smell hits me first. It isn't a drift. It is a wave. Roast lamb. It is cooked with rosemary and garlic, swimming in a rich, dark gravy made from the drippings. It is heavy. Oily. Pungent. The smell of cooked meat and animal fat fills the room, suffocating the delicate scent of the roses. My stomach lurches. It is a violent, physical contraction. My throat closes up. Saliva floods my mouth—the body’s warning signal before a purge.

“There’s a restaurant close by that has the best roast meals. What type of food do you like?” “Roast will be fine,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. She noticed his gaze go down to where her hands were and stay for a while before he eventually turned away. Why did the car suddenly feel so hot? When Xavier spoke of a restaurant that had roast meals, she had imagined a small and simple place with smoke everywhere. This establishment that looked so glassy and clean did not resemble a place that served roast as their specialty.

He stretched and ran his hands over his midsection. “I am going to need a while before I get into the lemon bars,” he stated. “The roast was fantastic, so tender and so much flavor. What’s your secret?” “Cream of mushroom soup and brown gravy mix,” she told him. “Really. I would never, ever have thought of that. But man, it’s amazing. You brown it on all sides before you crock pot it, right?” “Yep. My mom told me years ago that doing that locks in the juices.”

I sighed in dismay, calming myself, letting it slide, moving on, and facing the future with another person. ~~~ Past five, when I got home, preparing a Melt-in-Your-Mouth Chuck Roast dish for Ally, a perfect combination with red wine. I tasted it before serving and added lemon juice to tame it down, which helped a little. The meat was tender enough but just too sweet. Diced Italian tomatoes were the best combination of them. Everything is under control—Ready for dinner when Ally arrives. I'm sure she's exhausted from work. She's very devoted to their company. No wonder it is legendary.

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he said simply, and redirected the driver. The restaurant was called Goldie's, which was not a name that prepared you for what it actually was. It sat on the corner of a wide, tree-lined street in one of the cleaner parts of the city, It was a fast food place the way a Rolls Royce was a car, technically accurate and also completely missing the point. The smell hit me the moment the door opened, fried chicken and something with garlic and fresh bread and coffee, and my entire body said yes with a conviction that bypassed my brain entirely.

I muttered at no one. “Did you say something?” Aunt Carol appeared at my elbow with a bag of tomatoes, looking at me. “Nothing,” I said, dropping the ribeye into the basket. “I got the steak.” “Ribeye?” she asked, peering in. “Yeah,” I said. “Apparently it’s the better cut.” “It absolutely is,” she said, already moving on. “I’ve been saying that for years.”