In Front Of My Salad の小説・ストーリー

As she sighed, the weight of her conflicted emotions heavy upon me. "I don't feel anything towards him. I feel more comfortable with Orion." I shook my head, "Your brain needs to be checked." We arrived in the kitchen, where Glamour presented me with the ingredients needed to prepare the Horiatiki salad—a tomato, cucumber, green pepper, red onion, Kalamata olives, green olives, and, of course, feta cheese. There was also a peculiar leaf that caught my attention. "Here you go," she said, then turned to leave without further instructions.

"Well, I walked into the dealership, envelope of cash, pointed at a car and they gave it to me. Well below asking price I might add." I roll my eyes, "yeah ok, like I believe that." He smirks, "it's all true." The waitress comes back with the first course and puts two salads on the table with a glass bottle of what looked like oil. "Chefs house salad with raspberry vinaigrette, enjoy." She leaves and start on the salad but lettuce isn't my favorite so I pass it off on James after a few bites. Watching him eat was oddly satisfying. The way his jaw flexed, how is adams apple bobbed when he swallowed. Made me wish I was that salad.

said Sasha. I nodded, taking the advice under advisement as I attempted to make the chunks of lettuce look like they should. It just looked more like a jumbled mess to me. “I’m certain there’s already a premixed salad in there, if that’s what you want. If not, we could call Mrs. Fields back.” Anya looked annoyed at the suggestion. “She’s already left for the day, and we’re not going to call her back to make salad. It’s simple. You’ll pick it up in no time.”

There was a lap top on the center table and I presume it was Madeleine's. Behind them was a small dining hall and kitchen,then a long hall way beside it,I presume will their rooms. " You can have a seat, can I bring you and your boyfriend anything" she says referring to Dean and I could see a tint of blush on her cheek. Some has a crush. I was about to correct her when then answered, "we'll have water, only water will be fine"he says with a smirk ,my sister leaves still blushing. " why did you do that"I ask hitting his arm but he only laughs.

He said, and I bit my tongue. "Still..." "It's fine. I'm not mad. Cheer up," He said, throwing me a napkin, and I caught it giggling. Our conversation stopped for a moment when the waiter came with our meal. It was unusual but the scent of avocado from the salad made my stomach churn. It took a lot for me not to retch on the spot. This reaction was shocking to me. I loved avocados so what in the world was happening? To think I'd placed the salad order.

The lounge music blended with the sound of silver cutlery and the chatter of people. The waiters were pacing around with the orders of the diners. I was enjoying my New Yorker steak with a green nut salad flavored with apple cider vinaigrette dressing on the side, along with my red wine. Bernardo dipped one slice of his fries into my salad dressing just to annoy me. I stole his mustard, which added the missing kick to my meal. He frowned immediately after I did that.

Small clear plastic tubs behold cheesy pasta, spinach, cucumbers, tomatoes, shredded carrots and onions. “I’m going to keep the salad in the fridge until we are ready to eat it.” A black bottle of wine fits nicely in Gracie’s right hand, the gold and blue label rests below her thumb. Paxton nods in acknowledgement. “Paxton, would you like some wine?” Gracie asks, while carrying a foldable chair from her van on her shoulder. “I’ll have some wine, sure, do you need help with all that?” Paxton reaches for a foldable table Gracie has left beside the van.

I mutter to myself as I turn to get the potato salad out of the fridge. I retrieve some vegetables from the fridge and make quick work cutting it up before placing it in bowls. Having finished dinner I place everything on the wooden four-person dining table in the living room next to the kitchen. I set the table and soon enough I take my seat with the two dogs next to me. The dogs are so big their heads reach over the dining table despite the fact that they’re sitting down. “I better find something to call you because I’m getting confused by my own thoughts.” I say to them as I cut up the ribs and place some on my plate, along with potato salad and some veggies.

A side salad, vibrant with an array of local, seasonal vegetables, added a pop of color to the rustic wooden table. As we began to eat, the room filled with the comforting sounds of silverware clinking against plates and the soft hum of conversation. I found my gaze drawn to Rima, watching as she enjoyed the meal. Her eyes lit up with each bite, a testament to Tessa's culinary skills.

he says leaning on the counter next to me. "I'm sorry I got caught up in the zone. I don't need any help, but if you insist you can help me with the salad if you don't mind," I say hugging him. "Alright I'll help you to prepare the salad since you asked so nicely. Just point me in the direction of my work station," he says hugging me back. "Okay," I say and he release's me. I gather all the salad ingredients and set them on the island along with a bowl, cutting board, and knife for him. He washes his hands and meets me at the island.