Joshua Weissman Cookbook Novels & Stories

He wondered who the young woman was and why she commanded so much attention. Joshua pushed his chair away from the long mahogany dining table. The light from the candelabra bounced off the highly polished beeswax surface onto the brilliant silver platters that were still heavily laden with wild boar, an assortment of roasted root vegetables and a platter of rosemary potatoes. Stretching his legs out to full length before him, he casually leaned back in the chair and tipped his wine goblet to his lips. He savored the smooth, woody taste of the liquid as it slid over his tongue to the back of his throat.

On my own. "Well, that would be Ryker," I pointed with my chin at the man in question sitting on the couch. "Guilty as charged," he answered without looking up. Jessa took a seat at the high counter. "What are you making?" "Hot cocoa waffles," I said as I added the hot cocoa mix to the dry ingredients for the waffle. "Mm. That sounds delicious. If you cook like this all the time, I might have to kick Ryker out next time and keep you all to myself."

I rolled my eyes. Josh walked over to the counter, grabbing a plate. He carefully placed two waffles side by side, stacking a third one slightly on top. A drizzle of maple syrup trailed down the edges, pooling at the base. He added a generous scoop of whipped cream on top, then sprinkled crushed pecans over it. He carried the plate to the table like it was a fragile piece of art and returned to fetch a bowl of strawberries and scrambled eggs with cheese and herbs mixed in. He placed everything in front of me. “Bon appétit, Mr. Angry,” he said with a grin.

He still hated mushrooms. And Luca’s daughter Sophia Grace DiLorenzo was two and fearless. She insisted on wearing a chef’s hat that covered half her face and loved nothing more than dunking her hands into flour and yelling, “Messy means yummy!” Amara had returned to writing part-time. A publisher picked up her essays about life, food, and love, and her first book, Whisked Away: Recipes for the Heart, hit the indie bestseller list. At book signings, she wrote this in every copy:

Josh gasped, “You think I'm sexy?” “Of course you are.” Ethan replied, “Why don't you come in? I don't bite.” “Okay.” Ethan stepped to the side and allowed him to pass. He shut the door and followed behind him. “I also made dinner… mashed potatoes and spaghetti, hope that's okay,” Ethan stated. Josh quickly spun around, “You can cook too?!” “Yes, I can.”

"I wanted to ask for food. Today is going to be a long day for me." "Why do I feel like you're so confident that I'll give you my cooking?" "You've never abandoned a hungry man like me, Chloe." Chloe sighed. "The money in your pocket can buy any breakfast you want." "But I want your cooking." Josh chuckled. "Is that not allowed, or is someone else in the picture?" The woman blinked slowly. "I don't know why, but your words feel quite cryptic." Josh laughed. "Do they, now?" "Forget it. Let's have breakfast. I made plenty of servings. Little did I know, you came here to ask for food."

85 Anna. The first thing I smelled when I walked into Josh’s kitchen that Saturday morning was sugar and butter melting together. The twins were already perched on stools at the counter, flour dusted across their cheeks like war paint, their voices rising in a chaotic duet of instructions. “You have to stir faster, or it’ll clump,” Emma insisted, waving her spoon like a conductor’s baton. “No, you’ll spill it everywhere if you stir that fast,” Eli countered, his brow furrowed as if the fate of the entire recipe rested on his authority.

Josh’s wide smile and excitement-filled eyes disappeared quicker than a snap of fingers, his brows knitting and a frown settling onto his lips. He turned to Amber who stood beside Alex, discontent present on his features. “Where’s all the food!” In the end, Josh only managed to find a packet of ramen and ketchup yet still managed to turn it into a delicious meal. “I’m so lucky I have a friend who can cook,” Alex sighed, dropping his fork into the bowl. “Meyers, fess up. But first off, whose clothes am I wearing?” Josh asked, his gaze first going to Alex before flickering to Amber.

“This is sooo good, Mom!” Josh exclaimed as he shoved a big forkful of baked macaroni into his mouth. His little face lit up with joy, and he gave Althea a big thumbs-up in approval. “I agree with you, little champ,” Chase added with a nod, his voice laced with appreciation. “Honestly, I’ve been wondering—did you ever take cooking classes? Because your food is dangerously addictive. I might start craving it daily, Miss Grayson.”

she scolded. "D*mn it. I wanted to bring her to you first, but she insisted on eating. Stop talking, Master Joseph is hungry." Joshua looked inside. There were chopped dressed vegetables, meatballs, pan-fried rabbit, stewed pork, chicken soup with mushrooms and steamed fish. Joshua licked his lips and said, "It looks pretty good." "There are many dishes. We can't finish them. If you are not full, you can have a second meal," she said.