Mama Masak Apa Novels & Stories

Viren said. " Wow !!! That's so sweet of him. " " I gave him my chocolate muffins. " " Great !! " " Mumma, I am hungry... " Myra said to her mom. " Ok, I will tell the cook to make Maggi noodles for you. " " Di, if you don't mind, shall I make something for them? " " I don't mind at all, but are you sure?" " Absolutely... I would love it. " " Go ahead. but... We were shopping for you. Don't you want to see it? "

and they both stood up and went to perform ablution for prayer Immediately they both finished praying they came out of their rooms. "Umma what's for dinner?" Tehzeeb asked her mother "I don't know what to cook. Anything you decide is okay" Umma answered "Okay. Let me just cook couscous and veggies" "It's okay. Bring the pepper and onion let me help you with that" "Leave everything to me I will do it. Just sit down and let's gist" "I don't have any gist, unless you will gist me" Umma said while Tehzeeb entered the kitchen to make the fire before she coming back to sit with her mother.

He said with over excitement. " Dad, we all know about your love for the khatta dhokla made by Mom, what is so different today? " I asked. " Your mom didn't make it today, Tami did. " Dad said. " Correction: she prepared the whole dinner today. She is Maurvi's true copy. Looks like her as well. " Mom said and I looked at her with surprise and she was smiling as Manik bhai, Ron and Mahi started praising all the dishes she had made.

“Tell me another one.” I took a sip of wine. “My mom can only cook three things really well. Like, properly good. Jollof rice that’s actually perfect. Roast chicken better than anyone I know. And this chocolate cake Max has begged for on every single birthday since he was eight.” I paused. “Everything else she makes with total confidence and… mixed results.” “Mixed results,” he repeated, amused. “There was a lasagna situation in 2019 we don’t talk about,” I said. “Ever.”

said papa, caressing my mother's shoulder. My mother smiled. And I can't help but smile. "Well, sadly, I don't know how to cook," I said with a smile. "I can order food online." It's almost night. “Oh! You don't need to order. I'll cook. What is your favorite?” Mama asked standing up from sitting. "Anything that you cook is my favorite, Ma," I answered. My mother clapped. "I know what I will cook for you. I know you miss my food.”

"Something smells really good in here." Kari laughs from where she's standing next to Dad. "That's because Mase can cook like five things well, and one of them is spaghetti. He's passed that on to Caleb, and I daresay, it's some of the best spaghetti you'll ever eat." "C'mon, Rina, give credit where credit is due. We even make our own sauce from scratch," He slings an arm around her neck, pulling her close, almost the same way I did to Ruby. The similarities are sometimes fucking scary.

I like that. "Mom, I'm here!" I said when I was home. Mama and I's house is just a simple hut. Not big and not small. It was a nice and comfortable place to live. I put my old bag on the wooden table and immediately went to the kitchen to eat. "Mom? What do you want me to cook? Do you want me to cook the banana heart?" I said. I know Mom heard it in the room. I will do it every day.

That seemed like a good thing, not a bad thing. "Okay." Mama stood up, looking more like herself now even if her clothes were still wrinkled. "Now, let me make you actual dinner. What sounds good?" "Can we have grilled cheese?" I asked hopefully. "The fancy kind you make with three different cheeses?" "We can have whatever you want." She headed for the kitchen, and I followed. "And while I cook, you can tell me about your day. How was school? Did you have any more trouble with Lucas?"

I heard the door open and my children came out of their room. "Hello Mama and Lola Mama. Hmmm, smells delicious, Lola Mama. What is it?" Freya asked about what Mama was cooking. She sat on the chair, and so did Maynard. The plates and glasses were already ready for when we ate, and Mama's dish was the only one left to be served at the dining table. "One of your favorites, apo, bangus sinigang!" "Oh wow, I love it, Lola Mama, thank you. Don't you like it too, my twin?"

"Oh, not again!" Fay looked at the two children in surprise. "What's wrong with you guys? I just bought some groceries. It's not going to explode." "Mommy, are you going to cook again?" Mike felt like he had to do something to deter Mommy. Otherwise, their father would have to hire someone to clean up their kitchen all the time. Fay grinned as soon as she heard the question. She proudly said, "I'll make fish soup." Mika held her forehead. "Mommy, you don't have to cook for us." She didn't dare say that there was already Mrs. Smith in the kitchen preparing lunch. Mommy couldn't be stopped with that excuse, could she?