Novel & Cerita Madeleine Cookie X Espresso Cookie

“Jules might not have baked it, yes. But, he assisted me in getting the measurements right. That counts for something, no?” “What do you call them?” I asked, pointing at the tray in front of him. “The cookies you made, I mean. They ought to have a flavor or something like that.” “Oh, yeah. They’re spicy cookies.” Cole said, scratching the back of his head. “Spicy cookies?” I raised my eyebrows at him. “I’ve never heard of those before.” “Well, now you have,” Cole said as he placed one on a plate and handed it over to me. “Here you go, try it out and tell me what you think about it.”

“I’m a paying customer.” “He’s getting that to go, Spider,” Mirrie said, ignoring Shane completely. “No, he’s not, Spider.” Mac eyed the pastries piled up in front of him. “Wow. Those smell good. Fresh-baked?” “Yep,” Spider said. “I made ‘em myself this morning. You want something?” “Sure do,” Mac said. “Maybe a few croissants? And a blueberry muffin and… ummm, let’s see… those white chocolate chip cookies look amazing.” He glanced at Mirrie, remembering how much she loved sweet stuff. “Three of those.”

She’s beamed. “Oh, that’s so thoughtful of you.” I smiled. Leah turned to look at the girl beside her, saying, “This is my assistant, Maya, and we brought you some Biscotti.” “What are those?” I peered at the container. “Oh, I forgot you aren’t Italian. Well, they are cookies suitable for dipping in coffee or wine,” Leah explained. How did she know I liked cookies? Maya smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. I shrugged it off, guessing she might have had a misunderstanding with her boss. She extended the container to me, and I collected it, expressing gratitude. Maybe I could invite them in for some company.

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…”

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.

He tells her. She lets out a squeal and does a little dance in her seat. I call it her happy food dance. I look around, and everyone is smiling at her. There is a sealed dish on her tray with something in it. She squeals again when she opens it. There are four large cookies with some type of cream in the middle. Nate asks Ms Amy what they are. I know for a fact that Ms Amy has just made a new best friend. The cookies themselves are chocolate mocha with raspberry almond cream filling. She pops the top back on and starts eating. I hear a growl, and we look over. Tyler is trying to get himself a cookie.

But somehow, watching him give this his complete attention, it was. “The chocolate espresso,” he finally declared. “It’s unexpected. It’s got depth. It’s comfortable and exciting at the same time. That’s you two.” Maya looked at Jake. Jake looked at Maya. They both looked at the chocolate espresso cake as if it had just revealed the secrets of the universe. “He’s right,” Maya said softly. “That’s the one.” I made a note in my planner and tried to ignore the small glow of satisfaction in my chest that had nothing to do with the efficiency of the decision-making process.

’ Logan nodded at Alessia before leaving with Wilda. A while later, Terence walked up to Alessia. ‘Miss Jansen, what flavours would you like? I recommend the Saffron. It’s a truffle made with exotic saffron and coated in milk chocolate. If you like dark chocolate, I’d go for the Champagne—’ ‘I don’t want any.’ Alessia refused flatly. ‘Then how about the limited edition variety box? It contains all of their recent creations,’ Terence said as though he hadn’t heard her.

Bertha followed them with a pinched look on her face, but she did help with obtaining a plastic container from the fancy cabinetry. “Would you like a cookie?” Maddie offered him a lopsided plop of brown something. On second thought, her drawing wasn’t too off the mark. “No, thanks.” The smile began sliding off her face. “I made it.” He took the darn thing and bit in. The perfect sweetness spread on his tongue. Whatever the cookie looked like, Bertha had clearly made sure all the right ingredients had gone into it. “I like it.” She beamed at him.

He bought this book. At the other corner of that street, he saw a café. Different desserts showcased outside at the counter, he can see them through the glass walls. He went inside the café, pushing through the glass door. The entire café smelled like caramels were melting everywhere. He went straight to the counter, looking at the long menu. Scanning every dish, from peanut butter cookie lush, cheesecake trifle, Oreo-chocolate mousse pie, black forest skillet brownie, S’mores Lasagna to cinnamon apple pancakes with vanilla maple syrup and more, also a variety of coffee like latte, espresso, mocha, Americano and also vanilla bean latte, caramel apple macchiato etc. made the list even long. H