Novel & Cerita I Eat Pasta For Breakfast

I was alone. I got up; I felt a sharp pain in my head. I bent over and threw up on the ground. I stood up; the pain was still there. I walked out of the room. I smelled the aromatic smell of bacon; I followed it to a kitchen. Pantelli was standing in front of the stove. On the table was an omelet. Pantelli turned around and faced me. “Good morning, Amanda.” “Pantelli? What is this?” “Your breakfast. You can’t miss breakfast; it’s the most important meal of the day. And I heard bacon was your favorite. So I made tons.”

ROSALINDA The following morning, Carlo’s cries jolted me awake. He was hungry, and I was taking too long to wake up. He was used to having breakfast early, and there was no maid to make it for him as usual. Here I was in the kitchen, as early as 8 AM, making spaghetti bolognese for him and myself, as he had requested. Thank goodness my mother forced Sofia and me to learn how to cook; if not, we would have starved to death during our stay here.

I want to be part of it and I don't want to mess it up. "Good morning Yaya Adelphi" I smilingly greeted when I saw her preparing my breakfast. Just like before, when I haven't married Vicenzo- I return to the 'eating alone' scene. Well, it's just a bit awkward to eat with them together because I really didn't use to see them all on the same table. "Good morning hija, you're not gonna wait for your father?" She query when she placed my breakfast in front of me. It's a two-boiled egg, sautéed spinach in olive oil, a fresh slice of apple, and a brewed coffee.

What should I do then? I hit the center table so hard out of frustration, I put my hands to my ears and gave a silent scream. I don’t know what to do anymore! - “Is there a vodka in this pasta?” “Why are we eating pasta for breakfast?” “Why am I getting drunk first thing in the morning?” I ignored all their complaints and keep on stirring the pot of pasta I made fore breakfast like as mad man who didn’t get any sleep for the night. Neneuis, Lukas, Aether, and Lea were sitting on the breakfast nook each holding a bowl of the vodka pasta I made, another spoonful of it from Neneuis and their complaints proved them that vodka pasta is delicious every time of the day.

I carefully place the bowl of pasta before him while I take a bite of my fruit salad. "Is that enough for you?" Lorenzo asked and I could hear the others giggle. "Yeah, I had a heavy breakfast. I'm not too hungry" I lied even though I woke up late and I had to skip breakfast because our dress fitting was already scheduled at 10 in the morning. Vinnie raised an eyebrow before getting back to eat her braised pork. "Wow" Lorenzo quaked as he took a last look of my signature. "What? What is it?" Rose asked.

The morning sun bathed the breakfast poolside in warm, inviting light, casting playful reflections on the water's surface. The breakfast basket, meticulously prepared by Emma's thoughtful hands, promised a delightful fusion of flavors that would tantalize the taste buds. Among the offerings were the star of the morning, meat-stuffed bread rolls. These delectable morsels had been shallow-fried to perfection, boasting a satisfying crunch and a tantalizingly tasty filling. The aromas of savory Italian spaghetti salsa, cheese and garlic butter bread toast, and the irresistible Quattro Formaggi pizza, adorned with succulent chicken sausage, wafted through the air. The pizza was a delightful canva

Tomorrow was Sunday so there was no way to avoid him. The next morning I woke up early and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Elena was not around because she traveled to visit her daughter so she would be gone for the week. I scanned around the kitchen looking for what to cook so I decided on pasta. Elena once told me that his favourite food was pasta.

After all, I was not expecting anyone other than Elizabeth, but I still wanted to look beautiful. I picked out my shoes, a pair of sneakers, and I was all set for the day. There were still a few things I had to get to prepare the two main meals I had planned so I hurried to get the fresh ingredients I needed. Jessica stared at me. "What is going on before my eyes?" She squinted. "What is with all the fresh ingredients? Aren't we just making cookies?" "Ah!" I clapped. "I forgot. I invited guests over today so I am going to make apple pasta for breakfast and pineapple pork chops for dinner."

It was still a little early so I decided to take a shower before coming back downstairs to make breakfast. Deciding to make something simple today, I went with chicken and bacon pasta. Few minutes later it was ready. Going up, I banged on Bryson's door, "Breakfast is ready pickles" I said walking away without waiting for a reply, smiling at the familiar nickname he oh so hates. He was already up, Bryson loved eating pickles when we were younger, but now he loathes them. Always pulling a face of disgust whenever he sees them. I then decided to start calling him pickles, knowing how much he hates it makes it so worth it.

he asks, pushing the menu toward me. I order pasta with some appetizers. "What I like the most to eat is not available here," I reply. "I like pancakes." "Is that so?" He arches his eyebrows. "Will you believe me if I say I also like to eat pancakes the most, especially for breakfast?" "Really?" I am surprised to learn that he also likes pancakes.