Linguini Remy Novels & Stories

Melissa nodded, “Please.” Blake’s mind wandered at this, the “Please” that came from Melissa’s direction, sounded so good to him, he wondered how it would sound making her beg for more. Shaking his head slightly, they made small talk, Maria came back and asked what they’d like for to eat, Blake picked the Lasagna al forno Melissa had linguini with roasted garlic Alfredo sauce. “So tell me more about you Blake.” Melissa was a great conversationalist she knew all the topics and when it came to facts about people had an eidetic memory. A bit of a scatterbrain at other times but people she was great.

Fijii laughed. I sip on the wine. My one year exploration has resulted to a great one. "So what's it called then?" "Vino E Rimpianto" Wine and Regret in italian language. While you are sipping on it, I am also asking myself the what ifs and also did you really love me on that months VJ.

Looks around the group -Cole, Santiago, me -then past me to Aurora and the others ahead who'd stopped walking. "You all coming out tonight?" he asks. "We're doing the aftergame at Remy's place. Nothing crazy." He pauses. "Well. Remy's definition of nothing crazy." Tj looks at Cole. Cole looks at me. A whole conversation in three glances. "Who's Remy?" I ask. "Number eighty-two," Santiago says from beside me. "Tight end. His family owns the Castellan building downtown." He says it the way he says most things- informational, unbothered, like he's simply providing context he happened to have.

I just find myself shaking my head at how he can entertain such conversations for as long as he does, again outdoing me in the daddy department, as well as the husband one. We all sit to eat dinner, and I’m a little surprised when Jonny puts Loyalty’s plate down and there is actual spaghetti and meatballs on it like everyone else’s. Then she twirls her fork and I realize her spaghetti is green! “What the hell are you eating?” I can’t stop myself from saying, causing Jonny and Meme to laugh. “Zucchini noodles”, she says, and I look at her curiously. She pushes her plate toward me and I stab my fork in.

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.

Just absolute, single-minded focus. I glance down at the packet in my hand and read the label aloud, because apparently six in the morning on a kitchen floor is where my dignity has come to rest. "Mousse di pollo con brodo di verdure arricchito." I look back at her. "Chicken mousse with enriched vegetable broth. Very distinguished. You eat better than most of my associates." Mina meows without pausing, without looking up, without granting me anything except the ongoing grace of her continued appetite.

Julian arrived while I was clearing up. Eli looked up when the door opened and something in his face moved, relief and wariness combined, the expression of a child who had been monitoring a situation and was now receiving new data. "Hey, buddy," Julian said. "Hey Jules," Eli said. "Mum made pasta. The rigatoni kind. I decided it is the third best shape." "What are first and second?" Julian said, coming in, setting his bag down. "Spaghetti is first because of the slurp test," Eli said. "Pappardelle is second because it holds the sauce better. Rigatoni is third because it is sturdy."

She kept stirring, the wooden spoon scraping gently against the pan. “You’re late,” she said, voice light, almost pleasant. “Dinner’s almost ready. Chicken piccata. Remy’s favorite.” Ronan didn’t answer. He walked past the living room, past Remy, who glanced up, smiled shyly, then went back to his show, and stopped at the edge of the kitchen.

He had been away from the house all day, and I had heard from Lola that he was busy with lots of meetings. "Thank you," I said. "Have you been working all day?" "You don't want to hear about that," he said, waving a hand at me. Lola brought our food in and set it down in front of us, and I tried my best to act as usual. "Wow," Soren said. "I can't remember the last time I had linguini with clam sauce. This is one of my favorite dishes, but the chef doesn't like to make it." I couldn't think of anything to say in response to that, so I took a bite, hiding my smile behind my fork.

Their voices brought her back to senses and looked at Angelo and Lulu busy in a heated conversation as he explained the various food they ordered, like always they decided to go for Korean dishes and most of them Lulu only saw them in k-dramas but here she was tasting each "Yup, I love red rice cakes, but I go for kimchi or bibimbap, it's great"Angelo remarked with a smile and Lulu made a puppy face and ate more chicken soup she ordered. Rhea smirked as she glanced to the direction where Mario had gone to and actually figured it out, 'Mario had a small thing for the little lady' how nice she thought and patted herself on the shoulder for being such a brainier