Macaroni Gratin Novels & Stories

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!

"And Mia, yours has extr⁠a crust." The‌ kitchen was a smal‌l, golden⁠-lit islan‌d in the‍ mid‌dle⁠ of a vast, dar‍k night. The only sounds were the soft c‍l‍ink of spoons agains⁠t ceramic and the low, comforting hum of th‍e‍ ref‍rigerator. Lucien had managed th‍e orange cheese macaroni wi‌th a concentrated focus that was almost som‌ewha⁠t funny, and no‍w he sto‍od by⁠ the wi⁠ndow like a si‌len⁠t sentry, watching as the t‍wo⁠ children fi‍nally ate until‌ their eyes⁠ grew heavy.

"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.

“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 want...I want MAC 'N CHEESE!" Griffin chuckled. "Coming right up, little one." He headed to the kitchen, Jace following close behind. Griffin smiled as he watched Jace climb up onto a stool at the counter, his eyes wide with excitement. "Can I help?" Jace asked, his voice full of eagerness. Griffin smiled. "You can be my official taste tester." Griffin began to prepare the macaroni and cheese, Jace watching with great interest. As he stirred the pot, Jace asked, "Griffin, can I ask you something?"

And then I’d quickly look away before his gaze could pierce through my thoughts. Nobody said a word. Even the clink of cutlery against porcelain felt loud in the heavy quiet. The door to the dining room opened, and Grace walked in with Maria. They were carrying silver trays, each piled with steaming plates of osso buco alla Milanese—veal shanks slow-braised in white wine, saffron, and butter, the kind of Italian dish that made the air feel richer the moment it entered the room. “Food is ready. Sorry for keeping you waiting,” Grace said with a warm smile as she placed the dish in the center of the table. Maria mirrored her movements on the other side.