I Eat Pasta For Breakfast Novels & Stories

I wanted to do the right thing, but I couldn't decide what that was. Finally, I came to a decision. I would make Italian pasta. I had learned how to make it a few months ago, and it had become one of my favorite dishes to cook. I had practiced a lot, and I had gotten good at it. It would be a delicious and thoughtful breakfast, and I knew Ethan would love it. I pulled out the ingredients and got to work, trying to keep the noise to a minimum. I was determined to make the best pasta I had ever made. Just as I was getting into the groove of cooking, I realized I was missing a key ingredient for the pasta and some other ingredients.

I sat down across from him, feeling a sense of comfort in his presence. “Morning, Dad,” I said, smiling back at him. The maid brought my breakfast, a plate of steaming pasta, and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. The smell of the food was intoxicating, and I realized how hungry I was. I picked up my fork and dug into the pasta, savoring the taste. I took a sip of the orange juice, the tart, and sweet flavor a welcome contrast to the savory pasta. I ate slowly, savoring every bite, enjoying the simple pleasure of a good meal.

This was not the normal portion of a woman, but the portion of a man who has Bern starved for two days. I looked around me, everyone was eating their pasta half way, so I wasn't too late. I sucked the pasta into my mouth and my lips tasted the deliciousness ... a foodgasm ... my mouth wae watering even before the spoon of pasta arrived inside my mouth. I was like a person who has been starving for days, even though no one continued to eat breakfast and only paying attention to my moves and appearance, I kept rating the most delicious pasta in the century ahead of me.

"Arian left you a note on the table in the hallway." "That's okay." I shake my head. My stomach growls and I wince because it hardly ever does that. I eat before I get really hungry but after I got back from the hospital last night, I was too upset to eat a late dinner. "Breakfast is served sir." Kelly informs me. "It's Spaghetti Bolognese for breakfast." "Theresa went all out, huh?" I grin. "She says she likes trying new things." Kelly smiles. "You'll love it sir."

Mr Martinez returned with a glass of juice and placed it in front of me, and asked me to drink it. I stared at the glass for a few seconds before complying, taking my seat at the dining table once again. It wasn’t long before he came back with his own cup and sat down on the other end of the table from me, leaning back in his chair and sighing. While I was drinking the juice, Mr Martinez asked, "Do you want pasta or noodles for breakfast?" "Anything is fine." He gave a nod and went back into the kitchen. I asked, "Do you need any help?"

Rina slept through the day. It was almost 4 pm the next time she opened her eyes, and a bowl of hot pasta was already on the bedside table, waiting for her. She dove into it immediately, registering that her pangs of hunger was what had gotten her up from sleep in the first place.

I croaked out the question and hiccuped, my palm flying to cover my lips as I muttered an “oh shit.” “I’m as serious as I’d ever be Katrina,” he grunted but still went ahead to pick up the fork and dig into the pasta on the desk. I quietly watched him as he scooped the pasta into his mouth and chewed slowly, groaning in delight, eyes shutting for a moment as he savored the delicious taste. I had recalled him saying pasta was one of his favorite meals therefore while the ladies and I had lunch, I decided to get an extra for him after I tried it and found it to be delicious.

I gulped my water down before I continued jogging. I decided to buy pasta for our kids. It is their favorite food but of course I do not let them eat it every single day because it is not healthy. I entered the restaurant. There were three people inside. It is too early that is why. I sat on one of the table as I waited for the pasta. I checked my phone. There was still no message or any call from Ravaniel. He was still probably sleeping. My eyes shifted at the door entrance. A man entered the restaurant. Like me, he was also wearing a sports wear. Maybe he also went on a jog.

I still feel full from all the food that we ate last night, but that doesn’t stop nonna from serving me a big portion of scrambled eggs and potatoes. Romano is not having breakfast with us, so at least we get to have a harmonious morning. Unfortunately, my joy doesn’t last long.

No need to turn on the stove. Once I'm done with the pasta, we sit together on the couch and eat the pasta from one bowl. Gabriel was scandalous when I said that we eat from one big bowl. Now, it looks like he's enjoying it. My mom loved to do this with Dad. I was dreaming of doing this too. And my dream comes true. Gabriel said my food is delicious. I believe he likes my food. Because of the way he eats the pasta. It's like he hasn't eaten for a week. "What are you going to do tomorrow?" He asked me.