Madeleine Cookie X Espresso Cookie Fanart Novels & Stories

“Nor would I expect you to, never. I know how hard you’ve worked at your career and I absolutely love that about you, Madi. Truly I do. I want whatever you want.” She leans over and kisses me as my driver announces that we are a couple of minutes out from the airstrip. Madi tastes like coconut, it’s her latest balm flavor and I am all of a sudden nuts for coconut. Hell, I’ll buy her an entire room full, she tastes that good.

Milli carefully arranged the iced shortbread cookies the Church Ladies’ Auxiliary had ordered for the evening service on several large trays. She had made almost two hundred more than needed to make sure the twelve hundred she brought tonight were perfect. Mrs. Wallace and Mrs. McConnell had oohed and awwed over the blue and white iced stars. Each cookie covered in two colors of flares, swirls, dots, and loops; this filigree work had taken a long time. The six-pointed stars looked more like abstract snowflakes or quilted ornaments than cookies. They were art, her art, but they were also an offering, each made with a prayer for her son while she ignored the inevitable.

“I have never spent this much on cookies ever. Every single flavor was great. I could have stayed in the store and eaten samples all day.” “Here, you guys try one,” Kimmy said, handing Madison and me a cookie each. “They are amazing!” I took a bite. Damn, it was a delicious cookie. Macadamia nuts and coconut, so good. “Mmmm, that is so good,” I expressed. “I’ll need to grab a bunch before I leave Hawaii.” “I know, right?” Morgan said. “Nathan, just messaged me. We need to head for the car,” I advised.

“Yes, but I was just going to throw them away.” “No, don't. I need them, including the package they arrived in.” She looked confused for a moment, but nodded and went back inside. We stepped inside, and I watched as she put the box of cookies in the paper package as well as the note and brought it to me. The package was cream-colored white with a simple detail of address as well as the café's logo: Sweet Dreams Bakery. "What are we doing, Alex?" Tony asked as we began heading towards our cars.

He called after her. She walked into the kitchen to get it. When she came back Marco had finished the treat. “Just like my mother used to make.” He grinned sipping coffee. “I’m glad you like it. What other recipes can I try.” Marco cleared his throat. “So many. There’s Torta Caprese,Cannoli-“ He coughed again. “Do you want some water?” Eleni asked. "No I'm fine. Another favorite of mine is Cassata Siciliana…”

Proserpina “Mumma, can I help with those?’ demanded a persistent voice at my elbow, and I sighed. It was Tara. I had baked a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies for my boys who were home from their elite boarding school. But the entire batch I had baked the day before had been devoured. Now I sighed and turned to smile at Lou and Dom along with Tara, who had entered the kitchen. Tara came to me and began to help me. “Is it for Claude’s girl?’ asked Dom, who had no sense of decorum at times. I sighed. The boys were now almost as tall as me, as was Tara. “Help yourself, “I said drily, for I had seen the gleam in Dom’s eyes as he looked at the macaroons I had baked, the flavoured, delicate co

Claudette responded. The maid named Leticia slightly covered her mouth. “Oops, my bad. I’m sorry, My Lady,” then, she grinned once again. “Would you like some, My Lady?” Claudette looked at the basket of cookies that the maid was offering her. The cookies had flowers engraved on it with a strawberry jam in the middle. She nodded and took the offer, getting one cookie and took a bite on it. Her mouth was filled with white vanilla filling and strawberry jam from the cookie.

It was just sweet enough to be a treat on its own, but not so sweet to overpower the sweetness of the sugar in my coffee. “These are amazing.” I said after drinking a little of my coffee. “Maddie has a special talent when it comes to sweets. She likes them more than anything else, and worked really hard to learn to make all sorts of things. You should try her apple tarts, you’ll be ruined for apples.” Serena laughed. Val nibbled a cookie. I saw her eyes widen under her mask. I knew she’d want the recipe. Maybe Ford could get it for us. We’d just have to wait and see.

She jumps off the stool and grabs my hand, tugging at me to come to see. Even though Maddox will likely oppose me moving at all, I get up anyways, handheld tightly to Ella’s greasy little fingers as she drags me into the kitchen. I come up behind Flynn, ruffling his curly locks. “Wow, those are awesome you guys!” I smile, gleaming down at the tray which has half equally-sized cookie dough balls, evidently made by Maddox, and the other side with all sorts of misshapen cookie dough. I sigh, shaking my head with a small chuckle. “Very good you two. Very very good…”

And can Dad try one? Portia nodded excitedly. She took the plate with Luna's help and handed it to James, who stared at the plate. There were about 15 cookies, some of them had hearts, some had stars, there was one with the face of some strange cartoon, and the rest had flowers and suns. Then, on another plate, there were four cookies with their names written on them. -Is something wrong? - Luna asked. -No, of course not. - he took one. I bet they're delicious.