Linguini Ratatouille Novels & Stories

Ossonuco Alla Milanese—braised veal shanks, slow-cooked in a luxurious white wine and saffron sauce, served with creamy polenta. “Geez!” Lina exclaimed, dragging the plate closer. “This is a tender fall of the bone perfection and I am down for it!” Rosealba let out a soft chuckle, rubbing her palms together. She reached for a plate that contained Gnocchi Gorgonzola e Noci—soft pillowy potato gnocchi tossed in a luscious Gorgonzola cheese sauce with caramelized walnuts. She lowered her nose to the plate, inhaling softly and savoring the feel of the aroma against her nose.

Then her eyes fell on me, and the smile on her face faded slightly. “Hi,” she said dryly. “Hi,” I replied, straightening. Her gaze shifted from mine, and she held up the tray. “Dinner time,” she announced. Luca shot to his feet and ran to Andrea. “What is it?” he asked, his voice holding excitement as he peered up at the tray in Andrea’s hands. She grinned and crouched. She opened one of the plates, letting Luca view its contents. “Gnocchi al Sugo,” she announced. “I figured you two have missed Chef Giovanni’s delicacies.”

"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.

Macken was pleased to feel the classic aroma of zucchini, cherry tomatoes, and cheese blending. Kenny is busy with a plate of grilled shrimp with Puttanesca sauce. Macken raved that the Puttanesca sauce was the wonderful gift he had worked so hard for during a trip to Italy. It is, of course, Italian ketchup. Macken suggested that Kenny try some Puttanesca sauce and then guess what the ingredients were. He tried it quickly, the tip of his tongue gradually spreading a sense of enchantment. Kenny exclaimed: "I recognize olives, capers, onions, garlic, paprika, marjoram, and a little bit of passion so familiar but can't remember."

I looked at the dishes and they looked and smelled amazing. "What are these?" I asked because I recognized none of the dishes on the table. "This is a prosciutto dolce also called sweet cured ham. This is a mozzarella di bufala also called buffalo mozzarella. This is spaghetti cacio e P**e also called fresh pasta with pecorino Romano cheese and black pepper and this is patate alforno also called roast potatoes" Ethan said in a Roman accent. I knew he had been here before since he took classes on the language.

Maybe it’s something only businessmen understood. I took the left seat beside Logan, Lindsey sitting next to him on the right much to my dismay, while Micah sat at the opposite side, Vincent sitting beside him. There were plates of tortellini, lasagne and chicken cacciatore (Susan’s special recipe) spread out on the table along with arancini and breadsticks and mozzarella sticks. Just the aroma of these foods has my stomach growling in hunger. We started to pile food onto my plate after thanking Susan for her effort.

Anton and Vittorio had placed a big bowl of rice with vegetables along with a salad with some fluffy white stuff on it. "This," Anton pointed to the pasta, "Is my great great great grandmother Mary's famous Risotto with mushroom sauce. And that," He pointed to the salad, "Is Panzanella. It contains Tuscan bread, fresh tomatoes, mozzarella, onions and grounded pepper," I could already felt my mouth water at the sight of the food. I quickly gave grace and began to eat. Just as I imagined, the food was delicious, and I almost sank into my seat in satisfaction. While we all ate, I was able to get to know more about Anton and awed at how he and Josephina met.

said Leandros, tucking into his linguine topped with bison bolognese. Lena smiled and chose chicken burgers to munch on. “Hmm, this is good!” she purred, a drop of Mornay sauce sticking to her mouth. I wanted to lick it off her, but with Leandros around, I couldn’t. So, I gazed at the delicious sauce on her luscious lips instead when a kick under the table brought me back to reality. I realized I was staring at her for too long.

Amaya muttered with a bored expression, "So, Mr. Expensive Chef, aka playboy millionaire. What’s for lunch?" He raised a brow at her as he headed for the stove in an attempt to escape her intense stare. "A lobster, Stuffed ribatoni, Carrot Purée, corn sabayon, and your Creamy Pesto Shrimp." He picked up a ladle, lifted a pot lid, and stirred, the delicious aroma of melted cheese and garlic filling the kitchen and making her mouth water. "What? Really? You make them all?" He smirked. "No, the chef did almost all of them, but I cooked the pasta. That’s something, yeah?"

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.”