Mama Mie Novels & Stories

Anna skillfully unwraps the elastic to tie the sauce bag, then she pours the sauce over the noodles and mixes them, but isn’t this the Mie Goreng at the store that Bunny took Brandon to? “Aaaa, what is this noodle?” Anna had just finished mixing the noodles and sauce, and beside her appeared Vivia. Not only spaghetti but just noodles, Vivia can eat it. Smelling the wonderful scent of Mie Goreng noodles, Vivia lifted the plastic bowl to her nose and smelled it. Like a worm when it finds a fat worm. “Mie Goreng, have you heard of this name?” Anna replied. “Erm… can I have a bite, please?” Vivia shook Anna’s arm. She looked at Anna with expectant eyes.

“I’ll help set the table—” “No, no,” Mama cut me off, waving a hand. “You just sit. Luna and I got this. You’ve had a long trip.” I didn’t argue. I pulled out a chair and sat, watching them move around the kitchen. Luna set the plates, glasses and utensils while Mom placed a steaming bowl of pork sinigang on the table, along with a plate of crispy fried liempo. Dad came in with a bowl of freshly made kinilaw—my favorite—and set it in front of me.

"What would I eat then?" "Ah! We have Eba." Mama stated with a wide smile while counting with her fingers the various types of local delicacies she could prepare. "Fufu, starch, semovita, pounded yam, Ewedu soup, Kekefia, Amala, yellow soup—" Mama was ready to go on and on but May cut in. "Ma … ma" May drawled. "Maryam isn't familiar with all those meals you're listing."

BRIE I went downstairs after my shower. I went straight to the kitchen and found the kids sitted behind the counter. "What are we making?". I asked while dancing around. "My favorite!!!. Emma shouted excitedly. "Yes my love, your favorite. Which is?." "Chicken pasta ". "Chicken pasta coming right up your majesty ". I said bowing slightly Dame and I got started with the chicken pasta and soon we settled into a comfortable silence until I broke it.

Their parents are best friends and business partners. "Maamita," Mehr called standing next to her mother in the kitchen. "Yauwa baby, you're making the stew. Call Nadiya (house help) to chop the vegetables for salad." Maa ordered washing the parboiled rice in the sink. Mehr did as she was asked to then came back and start the stew.

Olima replied as she quickly poured water into the empty new pot and started preparing the semo. Mrs. Gina questioned Mia, "And you? What do you stand there doing?" "Mom, I'm hungry," Mia replied as she stomped her feet to the ground and walked up to meet her mother. "Go and sit at the dining table. The soup will soon be ready," Mrs. Gina stated. Mia frowned and said, "Olima, be quick, please." "Okay," Olima nervously replied as she saw her stepmother and stepsister leave the kitchen. She exhaled, "Phew!"

Mia asked, tossing the empty bottle into the trash can. **Sweet?** “I’m May, nice to meet you” “Cheers! By the way, Stacey Mike’s pops came to school today, you notice?” “Yeah I did, we saw him this morning” “Oh, for crying out loud, just because his minted doesn’t mean that he can just faff around the school every goddamned day,” Mia asserted. Soon after, the servers served them Jolof rice, spiced with an enormous chicken lap, and fried eggs.

He caught my look, chuckled under his breath, and bit his lower lip — a simple gesture, but one that sent a shiver down my spine. Mike’s father’s voice pulled me back to the moment. “All right then, what dishes have you prepared, darling?” I cleared my throat softly and smiled. “These dishes are meant to fill you up and go perfectly with rice. First, we have Chicken Adobo. It’s a Filipino classic. The savory and tangy sauce complements rice perfectly. It’s rich in protein and can even be customized with vegetables like potatoes or carrots.” He nodded in appreciation, clearly impressed by my explanation.

Besides, my mum had to check on the internet two hundred times for the correct recipe as she had not learnt how to cook certain dishes from her mum. "This broth is called Canh, it's strong on ginger," my mum said, trying to put on an accent as she said it when Logan gingerly drank it. "Is it good?" "Yeah," he said politely, coughed a little when he didn't expect to get the sudden burst of spices, but he seemed to like it because he continued to drink from the bowl. "This is Goi Cuon," she said while passing the plate to Logan who was seated beside me. "It's Vietnamese spring rolls, it's quite tasty. Even Gemma likes this one, don't you?"

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?"