Joshua Weissman Cookbook Novels & Stories

"Let's start with appetizers." June's midnight blue orbs scanned one of the hard back books that weren't open yet but laid off to the side of the desk, picking up it's title in the process; FOOD FOR ALL. Written in lowercase alphabets beneath it were the words; well detailed cook book, a must have for every chef. She reached forth and grabbed the book. Almira too lost in the book she had to notice.

I said. “You have always been a showoff. You enjoy it, don’t you? What about the rhythm and the taps—” “I’ll be grateful if you write them down for me.” “You better be.” Joshua averted his eyes. “She can’t eat spicy food, but she doesn’t like bland food either. Her favorite dessert is cheesecake with a lot of berries and strawberries…” he gulped, suppressing the quaver in his voice. “She… her favorite drink is—” “—a hot chocolate topped with lots and lots of marshmallows, a croissant and some roasted marshmallows on the side,” both of us said at the same time.

Though his ears were pretty active during the entire conversation, he decided not to be the part of it. Maybe his arrogance was stopping him. "That's me!" Joshua nodded with no surprise maintaining the same hospitality like the start. The name Joshua Ravero was included in the top charts of the most efficient chefs in the Europe currently, highly demanded was his talent for his unique choose and remix of ingredients. Not only he had been on many mentions for serving the queen and the royal family but also he was famous for inventing news dishes out of old. Serena was indeed surprised to get to know him like this, never she wondered the very mysterious man who cooked her dinner tonight to be

Josh explained while he cleaned the prawns, using toothpicks to remove the innards one at a time. He seemed to be very focused while wearing a serious expression. Every move he made seemed dignified, seemingly charming even if he was only cooking. Annabeth was falling for him all over again as she gazed at him through the camera. Soon, the dish was complete. Then, he picked up another tomato. “Next, I’m going to make stir-fried eggs and tomatoes, another one of my wife's favorite.” “After that, I’ll make three more dishes; braised sea cucumber, stir-fried broccolini, and sour-and-spicy potato strips. My wife enjoys these dishes very much.

Sensing the weight of his burden, Chloe approached and embraced his waist. "It's been a while since I cooked for you. What do you feel like eating? Just tell me," she said. "I said I’d cook today. Do you not believe me?" Joseph patted her hand, his handsome face returning to its usual calmness. "Just wait." She raised her head and looked into his deep eyes, offering him a smile. "Okay." It turned out that someone who could build and strengthen a business would also have great cooking skills. There was fruit salad, grilled fish, braised pig's trotters, stir-fried asparagus, and corn soup.

Pete saw him looking at tense and confused as if something was bothering him. He didn’t know if Josh was in a mood to talk to him or not or if he should go and ask him. He pondered for a while before going to the kitchen. He could bring him coffee and snacks but right then he saw Josh entering the kitchen, pulling an apron over his head. “Okay, I have this recipe with me. I have put copies on your stations. I will demonstrate and you have to prepare it. It doesn’t take more than half an hour to prepare from scratch, but the measurement counts.

“That’s not cooked yet!” He chewed, then smiled with satisfaction. “Tastes fine to me.” Snatching the spoon back, Ivy scowled. “You could get sick eating half-raw ingredients.” Joshua just laughed. “You’re paranoid. My taste buds don’t lie.” Ivy rolled her eyes. “You are so—” “—charming?” he cut in, flashing a mischievous grin. She let out a reluctant laugh. “Annoying.” Their playful bickering carried on as they cooked. Ivy was shocked to discover Joshua liked to dump extra chili flakes into his plate, even though he never had the stomach for spicy food.

“To me, husband and wife should be equals. I won’t pamper my husband like he’s a young lord of some sort. If my other half had any sort of chauvinistic ideals, I’d rather be single than serve him.” “We have a chef at home. There won’t be any need for you to cook.” Jasmine was speechless for a moment. “Mr. Bucham, I never said I was going to marry you, so what do you having a chef at home have anything to do with me?” Josh opened his mouth but remained silent, unable to reply. After a moment, he said, “Jasmine, wait here for me. I’m going out for a bit.” Jasmine hummed in acknowledgment.

she said and turned back to the bring the food before I can protest. Joshua placed his palm on mine which was on the table and said "It's fine as mom said it's your home too." he said softly. "But---" as I was saying he cut me off saying "No buts and ifs." he warned me. I nodded at him. Mrs. Williams came with the food and started serving to us. She served pasta, bacons and avocado sandwich in both of our plates and then in hers too. "I don't eat this much Mrs. Williams." I said to her watching this much food in my plate.

“We ended up with ration bars and a long, very loud debrief about protocol.” I stared at her. “That… can’t be the same Misha.” “Pretty sure there's only one.” Jesse raised an eyebrow. “Why?” “Because he cooks.” I leaned in a little, as if confessing something rare. “Like, really well. Like, gourmet-level well.” Jesse looked genuinely taken aback. “You're kidding.” “I wish. He made me a full course fine diner from scratch one night after a boring three-hour meeting. Didn’t even blink doing it. I didn’t even know we had risotto ingredients in the house.”