Good Roasts That Rhyme Novels & Stories

"I ordered for both of you. Blake you have the lamb stew because I know you and Maya you have the roasted vegetable situation because I also know you." Maya looked at her plate. "You put cheese on top." "The cheese is load bearing. Do not remove it." She picked up her fork. I looked at my lamb stew and the smell of it hit properly and my stomach made a sound that communicated very clearly how it felt about having been ignored since the eggs that morning. I pulled the bread from the side basket and broke it and got on with things. "Good match this morning," Liam said to me between bites. "Rolf is genuinely interesting as an opponent. The northern ability use is different. More compressed."

This afternoon Adam made a special dish for his friends, beef roasted rice. This is their first time eating Adam's beef grilled rice, they can't wait to taste it. "Definitely good." Said Baby looked impatient to taste the beef roast rice. Betta-Betty, Temmy and James also looked impatient. Temmy stroked his stomach. "I'm going to eat a lot today." James also had the same thought as his friend, today he will eat a lot. "Beef roasted rice is like calling me and asking to eat it until there is nothing left."

"I’m making the broth. She needs the nutrients from the marrow I prepped." "The hell you are," Dare countered, sidestepping him with a smirk. "Your broth tastes like wet socks, Jax. I’ve got the steak tips marinating. She needs iron. Real food." "She needs something light for her stomach, you morons," Rook interjected, his deep voice vibrating through the room as he moved toward the kitchen area. "I’m making the poached eggs. Move aside." I watched them, a small smile tugging at my lips despite my lingering exhaustion. They were practically chest-bumping in the doorway, a chaotic dance of protective aggression.

Luke put a hand over the rim of Amiriam's just emptied glass in a bid to dissuade Gabri from pouring more Black Rooster Chianti into it. Not just Chianti. Black Rooster Chianti. It's a thing. Amiriam had no idea what it was or why it was important, but Gabri made sure she knew that his Rooster was better than any other Rooster that existed. Then he made her taste it. In fact, he made her taste a lot of it. And she'd have to agree. "Oh, I love your Rooster, Gabri," Amiriam sighed, the exotic name rolling off her lips. "Gabri. Gabri. Gabri. I love your name, too. I love it so much."

I could make a decent sandwich but my mom had made French toast, egg, bacon, hash browns, and other stuff that I couldn’t even identify. I walked over and kissed her on the cheek. “Eat,” she said as she cleaned the pans she’d used. “Don’t mind if I do,” I said as I grabbed a plate and heaped my plate with food. Nothing cures a hangover like a hearty meal and it didn’t get any heartier than this. My mom turned around and looked at me with that same look. This time though there seemed to be worry mixed in. “So,” I started as I stuffed my face, “where are we going?”

They had the money so they could as well spend it, right? The waiter left after Jake and Andrew had placed their orders, apparently they had ordered for her as well. The food arrived in no time and they digged in. "Mmmm! This tastes heavenly," Maddie couldn't help but compliment after taking just a bite from her plate. They were all having the same meal, a classic crown roast of pork with a stuffing of diced apples, herbs, breadcrumbs, and brown sugar. As they ate, they made small talks, shared laughters, the atmosphere was harmonious.

The weight of the dream hung in the air. "Do you want to talk about it?" Charles asked. "Honestly? No," I said, putting another piece of meat in my mouth. I hummed at the saltiness. "What is this?" "Roast." "You can't have a roast for breakfast...." I said. "That's like... blasphemy or something." "But you can have steak?" Charles asked. I scowled at him. "I wouldn't have started eating steak with breakfast if you hadn't served it."

“Then I guess, me too.” “Wow, you guys are not cool. I’d bet she’d be dancing with another guy if it were me. And that man is me.” Rohan put a crack on his rook as he heard that man spouting nonsense. ‘I bet she will ancing with another guy, but that guy is me, not you.’ “Your Highness? Your rook almost split in half.” Faresh reminded him of the exact time Rohan put his piece. “Didn’t any of you hear anything else?”

"So much for professionalism. Is this relevant?" Part of me is indignant. Part of me is still scared shitless But a part of me is doubled over laughing, my fear dissolving. I settle for keeping face and voice dead-pan. "Absolutely it's relevant. I make very good roast potatoes. Besides, it wasn't thyme. It was rosemary. And I always use a lot of garlic on a Friday when none of us is working the following day." "Twenty fucking years of waiting and looking for the woman, and another year inside, and this is what I have to deal with..."

In a weird way he reminds me of Jacob. I sit next to Rae, and scoot my chair closer to the table. The food smells amazing, and my stomach growls. "I hope you like pot roast Max," Bailey bats her eyes. I'm really picky about pot roast but to please Rae I don't tell Bailey that. I swallow the words, and nod. "Yeah, I love it." Her cheeks blush with a confident smile. Rae grabs the pitchfork and stabs it into the pork, and I rub my palms together ready for a hearty helping.