I Eat Pasta For Breakfast Novels & Stories

Fluffy scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and creamy pasta found their way onto my plate, accompanied by a vibrant fruit salad that burst with color and freshness. Its aroma was heavenly and it was a breakfast that promised to satisfy both my hunger and my taste buds. As I settled into a comfortable chair, I poured myself a cup of aromatic coffee and took a moment to savor its rich flavor. The first sip was a delightful dance on my tongue, warming me from within. With each bite of food, I moaned in delight and wished Rico was here. The eggs were perfectly seasoned, the bacon crispy and savory, and the pasta melted in my mouth. The fruit salad provided a refreshing balance, its natural sweetness c

Should we make him get up or boast that he skipped breakfast later? We all chuckle when I say, "Brag later," at the same time as Sally and Edward. I'm not sure where to begin as I stare down at the plate. There are tortillas, beans, and what I think is the chorizo she mentioned in the meat department. She also heaped fruit and scrambled eggs onto my dish. I'll be honest; I feel a little out of place. We cook pasta with sauce. (though not for breakfast). I begin by putting some chorizo in my mouth since she suggested it. I feel like my mouth is about to burst into flames after two bites. Oh my God!"

"Chicken nuggets!" "The kid's chicken nuggets," Mother says. Olivia jots it down, then looks at me, "And for you?" My eyes flicker to the Fettuccine Alfredo pasta dish I saw on the menu a few minutes before: Angel hair pasta with creamy fettuccine sauce with your choice of chicken or shrimp. I'm practically salivating thinking about it, even more so considering that all Mother let me have for breakfast this morning was a quarter portion of whole grain oatmeal because "cereal is too many carbs."

I sat in the opposite chair as I wrapped my hair with a towel then started digging on my pasta. "Thanks," she said, eating a mouthful of pizza. I sipped on my cappuccino. "This is divine." Love coffee even at lunch. I'm having one. We were both mute in a few minutes, devouring our meal a combination of breakfast and lunch, when I broke the silence. "I don't mind ruining my diet for today; I'm so hungry, besty. I didn't have breakfast at home." I paused when I remembered who woke me up. "Good thing Royce called me early morning; if not, I wouldn't make it on time."

I sighed and got off. ' Your order ma'am..' A waiter came to me and asked when I had sat down. ' Give me pasta, please. You can give me Chicken wing with it.' I replied. She smiled and left. After some minutes, she brought my food and I thanked her. I sighed staring at the food in front of me. Back then, i and mum used to cook pasta a lot. It was mom's favorite and she had a special way of preparing it. I really do miss her. I dug into the food and ate hurriedly and hungrily. I only had a cup of coffee for breakfast.

I got home and found my mum had left me a plate of salad and pasta in the fridge...What a star! I could literally inhale the food right now I’m starved. I heated up the pasta and took it to my room to quickly eat then got into the shower. I had three hours before I had to meet the girls at Maz's so I had a nap after my shower, setting my alarm to wake me up in two hours I had to have some sleep my body was practically begging for it.

Heidi grimaced at the end of the stairs before she made her way to the first step. "She's only eaten so little of her breakfast today that Brielle keeps nagging," Alex said while shrugging his shoulders briefly. “I will cook pasta after this. Do you want it, darling?" "I love it. Extra cheese for me. Call me when Mommy is done with the pasta."

Rosita's POV I twirled the pasta around my fork, the cheesy, golden strands sticking together. Pasta carbonara, Fernando had called it. I hadn’t tasted anything properly since… since the poison. I lifted the fork to my mouth, the first bite a timid offering to my recovering senses.

It came to my senses that these people in front of me might not be able to grab their breakfast before taking their shift and that made me think of giving them the remaining pastas as well as juices. "The three of you should eat this," I said as I put down the plates above the table. "I heard that Lisa said she threw the remaining food. It doesn't sound right to me so I'm giving the remaining pasta she cooked for breakfast. Don't worry, it has no poison nor is it dirty. It's safe and clean!" The three men looked at each other. I'm waiting for them to speak whilst having a huge smile on my face yet after waiting for a couple of seconds, none of these three opened their mouths and made a sound

"It's called creamy avocado pesto pasta. Boss told Matteo to make it for you, in his words, 'your intake of junk food is unhealthy for the baby.'" I groaned in annoyance. Why does he have to be so controlling? I can't even eat what I want without him breathing down my neck. I picked up the spoon reluctantly and tasted the pesto whatever. Rico looked at me expectantly. "It isn't as bad as I thought. It tastes...good." Rico grinned in triumph, before taking a bite of his sandwich. We ate breakfast in complete silence, after eating Rico suggested he took me on a tour of the house. I agreed immediately, anything other than the four walls of my bedroom.