Kustard Sin Novels & Stories

Actually, the thing is that. He didn't like vark on kaju katli. It was his problem from the very start. It is a sweet made out of milk, sugar, and nut flour. We don't know what got into him but he says that he won't eat that silver thing that gets pasted on them after they are being cooled and ready to cut into pieces to get served. I clearly remember how heartless he used to be on me and Vihaan. Whenever my mom or his mom made kaju katli or it was brought from the sweet shop. He used to labor on both me and Vihaan to peel that off for him so that he could have it. He made us work on that and he would enjoy that sweet without vark by just giving us a piece. He would fly away taking all of th

I said when she didn't utter a word neither looking at me. "But young master Czar wants you to eat something because he said you're not feeling well" she immediately replied. My gaze landed on the tray she's holding and my brow raised when I saw a cinnamon honey creme brulee, a slice of honey cheesecake, and two slices of butterscotch apple pie. Not to mention the cup of hot choco drink. "Is he planning to kill me with sweets?" I whisper in disbelief. "It's not like that, Signora" Eredia immediately said in a defensive tone.

Instead, her face, hair, and apron were all covered in flour. Since she failed at making gnocchi, she thought of making custard pudding. Isadora had often seen Jane making custard puddings for the children. It was very delicious and was very smooth. When making custard puddings for the children, even though she made it for the children, Jane always made some for Isadora as well. It was just a few eggs, but Isadora enjoyed it very much every time she had it. Custard pudding was so easy to make. It was just whisking some eggs and milk and boiling it over medium heat. In the end, the custard pudding that Isadora made was blackened and was covered in bubbles. How could it have the slightest sens

Kissing her was the only way out. At least, it felt like the only way to save both of us from what was about to come next. My lips collided with hers—not out of desire, but desperation. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t sweet, just something I did to cover up our sins. And then the door creaked open. Shit. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. I could feel the weight of that stare at the back of my skin.

SARAH True to Ronan’s words, the cook arrives in less than an hour. We all sit around the kitchen island as we watch her prepare Savory Bougasta. A meal I now know is a delicate phyllo pastry stuffed with creamy semolina custard or mizithra cheese & herbs, baked golden and topped with powdered sugar or black truffle oil—depending on your taste: sweet or savory.

Zuberi asked, looking at Princess Freda’s turned-up face. “I am not, but I do recognize the ingredients,” Princess Freda chuckled at being caught out. “Well, this is Koshari, it consists of Rice, Lentils, and Macaroni with Spicey Tomato Chile Sauce,” Zuberi pointed to the dish she didn’t put on her plate. “What is this?” Princess Freda asked, picking up a piece of bread. “Tameya, made from chickpeas instead of the usual broad beans and this is Mulukhiva,” she pointed at the Spinach and feta dish.

"Don't you just love them?" Yes, I fucking do... Small custard tarts, often just a bite-sized. I've eaten quite a few from Antonio's kitchen: crisp flaky pastry, thick vanilla egg custard and a dusting of cinnamon. I resist the urge to reply, but the spicy fragrance of the cinnamon plays havoc with my nose and my stomach gives a betraying groan. Juliana smirks at the sound, chewing slowly on her sweet as her eyes dance. Think about something else... For fuck's sake... something else...

The obsession he had had when he had been a child seemed to belong to Kate now. His eyes fell onto the pack of Rhubarb and Custard. On the plane here, Kate had been talking about the foods and snacks that she wanted to get her hands on once they landed in London because she could not find them back in the States and one of the things she had mentioned was the good old Rhubarb and Custard. The Rhubarb, which had a slightly sour taste, was the half red part of the candy, while the creamy and sweet tasting Custard was the half yellow one. He had warned her that she might not be able to find them easily considering those were traditional British sweats and he was not sure where to find them thes

“Let’s we talk about it in the wiser way.” “How is it?” Grandma asked then. “Well, look. Dessert dish just seven cups, right? It’s obvious the maid just makes seven cups of dessert dishes. It’s a custard and custard’s ingredients are egg yolks, pudding powder, milk, and cream. And the garnishes are cinnamon grain and vanilla powder. You know I mean, didn’t you? It might be there’s one of the ingredients rechanges by someone we don’t know.” Detective Jayden makes a conclusion.

’ ‘And why should I? Custard did not answer as he was busy trying to track down the scent of Ingka as soon as possible. Once he did, he did me beside two large clay pots and I handed him a ball of cloth with my flower crown inside. Custard carried it both in his mouth as he rushed towards the princes, who were all alarmingly fast to catch up to us. They all ducked as Custard jumped over them and ran towards the opposite direction. ‘Call me when you need me, Master.’