Happy Pasta Novels & Stories

"Yes, the pasta is al dente, and the truffle oil is fragrant. It's great." "You can also order it online," the staff informed her. "The Pastalicious flagship store is running a marketing campaign. Right now, we're running a promotion for the New Year. Our pasta comes with instant packs with a new and improved recipe, making the flavor richer. If you like it, you can order some online. We are running a buy-1-free-1 promotion. It's very affordable." Yasmin thought it was a great deal! Many shops closed for the New Year, making getting food late at night hard. Buying some to have at home could be a great option.

Like, rich, cheesy, carb-drenched pasta that could stop a heart if it tried hard enough. I pour myself a generous glass from the bottle on the counter—something French with a name I can't pronounce—and open the fridge. Nothing but green juices and cruelty-free yogurt. I boil pasta, dump in olive oil, parmesan, and black pepper, and pretend I’m a Michelin chef. Harper probably hasn’t touched a carb since 2016. By ten, I’m tucked into Harper’s bed with my wine, a bowl of pasta I already regret finishing, and a book I found in her nightstand.

Error 404. Was she so hard up for naked adult time that seeing a man’s chest sent her over the edge? And for fuck’s sake, she was having plain pasta and sauce with no meat or vegetables or even cheese. Okay, there was a little bit of cheese. Frozen, grated cheese she’d found in the back of her freezer. The pasta was now a pasta bake after she threw the pasta sauce into the pasta, gave it a stir, and dumped it into a casserole dish before sprinkling it with the aforementioned frozen cheese. But still…it wasn’t exactly a gourmet meal. Jack was going to think she was some sort of…she didn’t even know what.

He would be able to escape if he could get out of this house! It was only pasta, and there wasn't anything weird. Asher picked up his fork and carefully took a bite. It turned out that the pasta was delicious. Asher never knew that Fiona could cook so well. It tasted better than takeout; Asher decided he'd tell Fiona to cook every day! Asher indulged in the food and finished it in an instant. He said satisfyingly, "The pasta was delicious." Larissa smirked. "I didn't know you enjoyed placenta spaghetti so much."

he asks, but I wasn't able to answer as my mouth was full of the delicious food. "This is the most delicious I have ever had! What is this?" I asked with my mouth still full Leon starts laughing again, looking at me. I must look like and starving do right now "This is what we call Pasta Carbonara. Is one of my favourite foods." He said proudly. "Carbonara! I'm sure Evolet would love this." I said with sadness in my voice. "Hey, hey! Look at me. Whatever this is that is happening to you; I will help you, ok? I promise!"

“Daddy, I'm craving for that mouth-watering pomodoro pasta. Would you be willing to whip up a delicious meal for me?” I quickly turned my head and my lips curved into a grin. “Do you share my passion for the mouth-watering pomodoro pasta?” I was astonished afterwards. "Yes!" Andre bellowed with a fierce intensity, his eyes blazing with determination, before breaking into a broad, triumphant grin. “Livia, would you grace me with your culinary skills and prepare a delicious meal for me? When it comes to pasta, I'm a bit of a picky. Only my grandma's or dad's homemade pasta will do. However, I'm willing to make an exception for a truly exceptional dish.” His words were pronounced with great cla

Don't be so harsh. Then he turned to me. "Mr. Depp, if you eat that pasta with worms, apologize publicly, and ask for my forgiveness, I'll give you a chance to work under me. "If you want to succeed, you have to know when to bend and when to stand tall. "Aren't you the one who taught me that?" Wendy lifted an eyebrow but didn't stop him. She simply crossed her arms and watched. In her mind, Tristan held all the cards now.

"We are going to work on it, so don't get too rough on us." "You better do that, Zachary!" "Yes, you better do that." I agreed with grandma. I can feel that he's pouting, and he kisses my cheek. I sprinkle the parsley on the top of the white pasta that we make. I cook the sauce while Aunty prepares the pasta and I prepare his favorite food that is just ten minutes to prepare.

The man inquires with a smile on his face, his sunglasses still cover his eyes, causing a nagging mystery for Gracie. “I have spinach and veggies for salad, non-fat dressing, I can make whole grain mac and cheese with fat free cheese as well. Maybe some cole slaw, broccoli, what would you like?” Gracie asks. “You decide ma’am,” says Paxton with a charming smile. Taking a peak at her athletic physique here and there, a smile forms each time, as his sunglasses cover his eyes. Small clear plastic tubs behold cheesy pasta, spinach, cucumbers, tomatoes, shredded carrots and onions.

Isaac laughed and took a seat at the table, consequently having his back to the living room and was facing Joel. "It means what you think it means." "That makes no sense." Joel lit his gas cooker to warm the pasta he had made. The name was Pasta al pomodoro (and not whatever Isaac had called it), an Italian dish Joel had learned to make during his numerous free time. Whenever Isaac visited, he knew he loved to have that, so he had taken the liberty to not only get him a beer but also cook the food. "Anyway," Isaac drawled. "When last did our wife come here?"