Macaroni Gratin Novels & Stories

“This dish will be our secret weapon.” Marco raised an eyebrow. “What are we going for?” “A dish no one else could replicate, even if they had the recipe,” I said with a smirk. Over the next few days, we crafted the perfect plate – a saffron-infused black truffle gnocchi with a citrus beurre blanc, topped with edible gold flakes and paired with a unique herb blend I called Sophia’s Secret Dust. I had been secretly toying with the idea for weeks now but hadn't found a way or reason to create it till this.

I might die before I even begin. I'm no novice. I just think it is only worth it with my mate and l hate that thought! I hate it even more now! Silently the trolley of food was pushed in our direction but I didn't have much appetite to be excited about eating. "I choose what l like to eat here, l hope you like it?” He chortled, tilting his head cutely to the side. He seems sad but he is trying to hide it. "Nicoise Beef?" I murmured and picked up my cutlery. Made up of quail eggs, purple potatoes, camona tomatoes, sprouts, mayonnaise and so on.

Those salmon croquettes were a non-negotiable on Damon’s menu, and now… “I’m so sorry, Abby,” John says sheepishly. “I got caught up with the potato gratin, and…” “It’s fine.” I let out a small, exasperated sigh and push my sleeves up. “I’ll whip up some new ones. Someone take over the lemon glaze for me, before that burns, too.” “On it, Chef!”

Then I pointed to the second dish. “This is called Gricia. When I was younger, the cured pork cheek used to melt on my tongue, the salty, savoury flavour making my mouth water.” I smile at her. “Then the last one, Rigatoni con la Pajata. The most unusual dish of the three, yet it is oddly satisfying, its bold taste lingering long after you swallow. You should try it out.” I watch Jade as she tries them out one after the other, savouring each bite. She looks up at me, her eyes shining with excitement and satisfaction. “They taste so nice and delicious.”

It’s pricier than I’d usually spend on delivery, but this is an emergency. I select a grilled salmon with roasted vegetables, an herb-crusted prime rib, roasted potatoes, a seasonal salad, and some fancy bread. For Miles, I add a gourmet macaroni and cheese that I know he’ll actually eat. I add some desserts for good measure, a decadent chocolate lava cake and some fruit tarts.

His shirt rose up as he stretched and my eyes instantly locked on the little bit of skin that showed when that happened. Thankfully he didn't notice it and I snapped out of it as he began to move off the bed. I mentally slapped myself then forced myself to stand up. I hope you like mostaccioli, Grace said she was making that since it's easier for her to make larger portions since there's so many mouths to feed. He said and my mouth instantly watered. Oh goddess I love mostaccioli!

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"I did something bad?" "You always doing bad. You're clumsy and sloppy!" "Your foolishness, until it penetrated the seventh heaven." I immediately gaped. And pursed my lips again, what else can I do? I put the boiled macaroni in an aluminum cup and also the white sauce. After this, it remains only to bake it. Huh, Edmund should have prepared Edmund who was there all the time so I didn't have to be tired like this.

Chynna grins at something my Dad says, just as Cara gestures at Kai. ____ Chicken Piccata, Shrimp Fra Diavolo, Lighter Fettuccine Alfredo, Spinach and Riccota Manicotti, No-Boil Baked Ziti, Vodka Cream Sauce, Basic Ragu Bolognese, Chicken Scarpariello, Tomato Sauce, Pasta Primaver, and Parmasen. These are the food on the table, and most of it was cooked by Caden and Nathaniel. "Pass me the Cream Sauce, please." Violet says to no one in particular, and I pass it to her, since it's closest to me.

I murmur as I reach for my latte and sip, while debating where to start with breakfast. Pierre joins us and ceremoniously lifts the domes off the dishes that needed to be kept warm. He announces, “In addition to the pastries and croissants, we have eggs Benedict and crepes sucrées, which are sweet crepes prepared in the beurre Suzette style, or with bananas foster, or with cream cheese filling and berries. We also have crepes galettes—more specifically known as galettes bretonnes, traditional Brittany crepes that are less sweet and topped with a fried quail egg, spinach, heirloom tomatoes and goat cheese.”