Linguini From Ratatouille Novels & Stories

"Do you want to eat?" I tried to hide my smile as I walked to the kitchen and stood beside him. "Of course, Chef Jones." I teased him and he rolled his eyes. "So what are you making? What's for dinner? Carbonara? Bolognese? Olio?" Hunter smirked and looked over his shoulder. "Nope," he took one jar then added, "We are gonna have pesto linguine." I hated pesto. That was the only pasta sauce that I found disgusting. Instead of telling him exactly that, I faked a smile and said, "Yum."

A lot of people are watching us from the window outside, some of them are culinary students as well but they are higher level than us. “I can smell the air of France.” Lunan said while he’s pretending like he’s smelling something. I laughed out loud when he sang the french song, Le Festin, from Ratatouille. This event is very important since we are a candidate that has an opportunity to go to France. My professor instructed us that we only have 1 hour and 30 minutes to do the cooking. Lunan breathed heavily. I guess he is nervous, but I trust my partner really well. We can both do this.

He put the napkin on his lap and waited for Eliana to serve dinner to him. Eliana set the table quickly and put the platter in front of Augustus. “This is Chicken and Mushroom Ravioli with Tomato Sauce. I hope you will like it,” Eliana stated. Augustus bent a little down to take in the aroma of the dish. “It seems delicious,” Augustus said. “Have a seat, Eli,” he added. “You shall eat first. I will eat later,” Eliana said.

Asher practically told me to make lasagna. Lasagna! Do you know how long that takes? I know it's his favourite food but still.....it was the middle of the night! First, there was the soffrito, all those tiny diced vegetables. Then, the Bolognese. Hours of simmering ground meat, red wine, and tomatoes. While that was happening, I had to make the béchamel, whisking milk and butter until my arm ached.

Ratatouille with herbed polenta and a beurre blanc drizzle. “I’ll have the ratatouille with herbed polenta,” she said, glancing up at the chef. “And could you ask them to skip any wine in the beurre blanc?” The chef nodded courteously, his eyes twinkling with understanding. "Of course, madam. The sauce is already prepared without alcohol; we anticipated your condition." Tiffany felt a warm rush of gratitude, her heart swelling with the sweetness of the evening, the intimacy of the moment wrapping around them like a soft embrace.

When I got into the kitchen, I see Toni standing over the stove cooking something that smells unbelievable, I grab a glass from the cupboard, walk over to the fridge, and made myself some orange juice. “Hi Toni, what are you cooking tonight? It smells amazing.” “Why thank you Savannah dear, I am cooking a family special linguini and meatballs in a rich tomato Bolognese sauce and mushrooms.” Taking a sip of my juice whilst taking a seat at the breakfast bar. “Wow that sounds amazing I can’t wait to taste it.”

My words make him even angrier; it's so evident. Martina glares at me from her position while Ashley returns and places plates, cutlery, a napkin, and glasses she carries on a tray. “Thank you,” I say when she sets my food down in front of me, takes the wine, pours me a bit, and then withdraws. “I hope you like the Ratatouille,” Evelina says before exchanging a look with her daughter. “I tried one of the best at The Core in London. Are you familiar with it?”

"You've watched that cartoon movie about the little rat who can cook, right?" Joshua burst into laughter. "Oh, so that's why you want it? Because of that movie? You're craving it, huh? Alright then-let's go eat Ratatouille." Being a fan of animated films, Alexandra had long been curious about the dish. Joshua brought her to a cozy bistro known for its Ratatouille and other classic French meals. He didn't just order Ratatouille for Alexandra-he also added Confit de Canard and Soupe à l'Oignon.

I am trying not to stare at him. "This all looks delicious." Mr. Bradbury says but I don't look up. "Yeah. Aria is an amazing cook!" Maddy says, taking a bite. I made the Coq Au Vin, with a side of ratatouille and pommes persillade for the main course. Which is basically roasted chicken, potatoes and a side of veggies just in a very fancy version. I watch as Mr. Bradbury takes a bite. "Wow. This is amazing."

And I was right, they would get along. I turn my back to them for a while and got busy stirring this soup that I'm making. I have the pasta on the other pan which was already boiling up and the sauce for it is ready too. I take the strainer and placed it over the sink as I poured the cooked linguine over it. As soon as the hot water fully dripped, I grabbed it out and placed some evenly amountful over each three plates. I grabbed the bowl of chili sauce and placed some paste over the linguine. There were cooked sliced onion, slices mushroom, pepper and cheese over the sauce to finish it. I readied the soup and poured it into another unused bowl. I placed one slice of garlic bread next to the