Hot Pineapple Casserole Novels & Stories

I answered and received the seven boxes of pizza. “Whoa!” Devin’s eyes brightened upon receiving his share. “One box for each of us? As expected from a Salcedo!” Angelica paused after opening the box halfway. “Please tell me there’s no poison in this…” I waved my hand. “Don’t worry, nothing dangerous is in it.” Then, I smirked and declared in a low voice, “Exhibit A: Hawaiian Pizza with extra Pineapples.” “What?!” Cara gasped. “Exhibit B: The Act of Attraction.” I stood up and put on my angry face. “Āiyá, Luke Matthew! I told you I hate pineapples on pizza! Why did you order all Hawaiian??”

She just didn’t want to give him any more comedic material. Once she reached the dessert table, all annoyance melted like butter. She stared at the cupcakes as if they were old lovers welcoming her back. Dreamland, she sighed. One particular cupcake stopped her in her tracks—a golden beauty nestled on a silver platter, its fluffy top crowned with a glistening slice of glazed pineapple and a single glossy cherry, like a tiny tropical crown. A neat little label sat in front of it: Pineapple Malibu. Her eyes lit up. Ooh, tropical vibes. Let’s do this.

Happy with her looks and not bothering to tie any head tie around her head, Nana headed out -not before slipping into some comfortable loafers- and check on Khumais who's also soundly sleeping like her husband in the room before applying the incense burner and then she's in the kitchen, trying to toast sweet potatoes. Sixty minutes later, she's done toasting the sweet potatoes and is ready to do the toppings which she also found on internet. She saw four toppings but settled on two because those are the ones she has all the ingredients for, the rest will either not have cilantro or something like that. She settled on the ones with mashed avocado, sliced strawberries, chia seeds and bee polle

“You don't know them, do you? Or, you don't even know their names?” “Both.” “OHmygosh! So, you feel, you look handsome with that attitude?” “So you're feeling beautiful?” “Heh! Shut up!” Before we finally got into a fight, Shin arrived just in time for the three sets of large pizzas we ordered. “Hmm it looks delicious,” I said at once, grabbing the first slice of Hawaiian flavor full of ham and pineapple. “Pizza with pineapple?“ I looked at Shin. “Yes, why? What's your problem with pizza with pineapple?” I asked at once to eat a slice that I had half-eaten whole.

It softened all of his hard features. "Oh my god, that was just one time!" I defended. Just then, the server came over and set our pizza in front of us. It smelled amazing, and my mouth started salivating already. "Anything else I can get you?" "Do you have any pineapple?" I asked. I loved the combination of pepperoni and pineapple; Mel always thought I was weird for that. Jax cocked an eyebrow at me as the server left again. "What?" I asked. "Pineapple? It's pepperoni, not ham."

She had spent her morning in Paddy’s room, and the sorrow of seeing the inert body connected to the tubes, lying helplessly on the hospital bed, all but killed her. But she had outdone herself and made sure that all of Claude’s favourite dishes were served. The country-fried steaks were crumbly and done the way he loved them best, dusted with light spices, which was followed by the sweet potato turkey meatballs and of course, the family favourite macaroni and cheese. But being a person who preferred vegetarian fare, Proserpina had also prepared the Thai dish, Pineapple fried rice and crispy fried veggies in a batter which was her secret recipe. She was fond of saying that it was the best way

I rewarded him with soft moans, releasing myself to grab the table again. Slowly, he trailed the pineapple fruit between my thighs, brushing it delicately against my moist flower. The acidic sweetness of the pineapple blended with the heat radiating from me, creating an electrifying sensation that had me arching against him. My breaths came in shallow gasps as he ran the slice up and down my folds, coating the fruit in my arousal. And with deliberate slowness, he brought the sticky slice to his lips, licking it clean. “Even the pineapple can’t compare to you,” he said, his voice rough and dripping with need.

*** This morning, Paul Jayden Mayanto was suddenly visited by one of his closest cousins from his mom’s side. “It’s such a big surprise you can visit me this morning, Jerome…” said Paul Jayden giving a big hug to his closest cousin. They looked really closed to each other. “My mom has baked a big pineapple tart… She asked me to send this big pineapple tart to your family… Enjoy then…” uttered Jerome Jayden Wangsa giving a big pineapple tart to Paul Jayden Mayanto. “What a lovely aunt she is… Don’t forget to say thank you to your mum, Jerome… My mom always likes to eat the food and the cookies cooked and baked by that lovely younger sister of hers…” said Paul Jayden Mayanto taking the big pin

I mean, the pre-made paper cut-out pineapples, and the blown-up little palm trees, cheap leafy green paper plates, and fake coconut-looking cups to drink out of. There is a nice spread of fresh food, ribs, brisket, different side dishes, and hot dogs. I chuckle the second I see those hot dogs and I look for her. Because there is no way in hell she wasn’t part of this with hotdogs sitting on my kitchen table. Arms snake around my waist as I look down over my shoulder and see her sweet face. “Happy Birthday Cameron!” She beams at me.

“An unfortunate escape of a political prisoner, thus why we need extra protection; especially with the announcement coming soon.” “Hmmm,” I saw a caterer walk by with arms of food, a frosted key lime pie on top of the pile. “Food for little old me?! You shouldn’t have!” I yoinked the pie from the top of the pile and opened the lid, digging my finger right into the center and then plopping the filling onto my mouth; the tart and sweet tase of lime delightful in the day’s heat.