Hot Pineapple Casserole Novels & Stories

She smiled and scooped some queso from the bowl, “This is amazing. I can’t wait to see what you made for supper.” “Wait no longer,” I said, pulling a pizza box out of the oven. “Um, that doesn’t look homemade,” she laughed. “No, I want to spend my time with you. Not make some fancy dinner and eat it in three courses. I made the king of all quesos and the chips. Now, let’s see if memory serves me. I ordered thin crust ham, pineapple, and green pepper.” “Got it in one. That’s my favorite. Although I don’t know if I can really enjoy it without watching my brother pick off every tiny bit of green pepper with a look of disgust on his face.”

’ In a moment, all the bags were in the kitchen and they started to unpack it. “Wow! You started to eat pineapple!” Matthew commented. “And pumpkins, squashes and pattisons as well. I am impressed!” ‘Damn! I am exposed!’ She thought. She had to work off the loop immediately. He loved pineapple, but she hated it. She didn’t realise what she had put in her cart while shopping. “I read an article about pineapple.” She had to make use of her knowledge, at least to give him an illusion that she considered her ailments and not his preferences.

I had to act professional, because many customers were also waiting to be served. "Can we please talk at least? I know I don't even deserve to say that, but please let's iron stuff out." He begged, but I paid him no mind and started making the pina colada. First, I blended the fresh pineapple into juice before throwing it back into the blender with some rum, coconut cream, and ice cubes. Afterward, I poured the mixture into a poco grandeand garnished the cocktail with a maraschino cherry and a pineapple slice.

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 explained. “That’s fine. I’m not picky.” He leaned against the counter, watching her. As she reheated the food, he pressed his tongue lightly against the inside of his cheek. He wasn’t picky—but that didn’t mean he liked everything. Pineapple was firmly on his personal blacklist. He’d forced himself to eat a few pieces last night. He was still psychologically recovering. She moved efficiently, setting the dishes out on the table. There was plenty—she’d frozen most of it so it would keep longer.

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