Mike Robinson Chef Cookbook Novels & Stories

"I used a chocolate wine to sauté the chicken. "Interesting. I love what it does to the taste." Dad winked at Brynne. "So you're a gourmet?" "Thank you, but not really a gourmet. I enjoy it and learned to cook for my dad when my parents split. I have these marvelous cookbooks by Rhonda Plumhoff on my e-reader. She links her recipes to popular books. She's famous from where I'm from. I just adore her recipes." He tilted his head at me. "Smart son I raised."

I pick them up and turn to leave then stop after tasting the blend. Who taught you this recipe? I saw it in the cabinet, last night after cleaning up she says passing a small booklet to me, I put the things down on the counter and take the booklet and scan through it, it’s Stormie’s hand writing with page after page of recipes and things I like and my dislikes. I can’t help but smile and pass it back to her, keep making my meals according to what is written in this book, please and thank you. Yes sir I take my food and leave, Rob takes me to the office and when I get up to my floor Jeff is already there although the others have yet to arrive.

Executive Chef Mike is a 3-star Michelin chef, one of the best chefs working in Caleb's father's 3-star Michelin restaurants, and one of the 10 best chefs in the world. It is said that the man is always extremely busy and that people have to wait a year or two to get an appointment. Money isn't a concern for Chef Mike, and he was famously known for bowing to no one regardless of the person's position—even the president isn't exempted—so it was quite surprising when Hayden discovered that the said man was in his mansion. He never knew his friends would go that far! Besides, he didn't know anything about it.

Michael was the chef while Abbie helped him slice onions, rinse the vegetables, and other various things. Michael made steak, grilled salmon, and roasted duck. He also made soup. After the dishes were made and served, the two started the meal. Abbie couldn't wait to taste it and found the food pretty delicious. "Wow, you're pretty good at this." Abbie was astonished. "Eat more if you like it!" "Then I won't hold back!" Abbie ate her fill and her belly was full. "Oh, I've eaten too much. I'm so full!"

When we got to the kitchen, Michael waved off the chef, who looked startled. “I’ll handle it today,” Michael said firmly. My jaw nearly dropped. Michael Mahone in the kitchen? Cooking? The chef hesitated, clearly unsure if this was a joke, but Michael’s tone left no room for argument. Michael rummaged through the fridge and pantry with an intensity that almost made me laugh. He pulled out eggs, bread, and a few other basic ingredients. It became evident that this wasn’t going to be some gourmet masterpiece. “You’re cooking?” I asked, unable to hide the amusement in my voice.

If he didn’t know about her famous dishes, it meant he wasn’t any important person to her. “Yes. Just say what to do.” Nick took some of the serving dishes. After a moment, Mike was back. “Where did you disappear to, man?” Matthew wasn’t surprised that he wasn't too keen on being involved in the kitchen. In the morning, Mike prepared all the vegetables for cooking, while he was fondling the frames of the photos. After that, he only cooked everything. He even handed over the dishwashing to Mike today. “Why are you so happy?” He asked, upset.

Said when demonstrating the service area. "I'm delighted you came to help me, however..." The customers entered. "Where is the menu card?" Rose inquired. And went to get them, taking the menu card from the table. "I'll accompany her as well," Kirk says. "Wait. Come along with me." I led him to the kitchen, introduced him to Olivia, Mike, and Victor, and told them, "Take him on as a line cook. He is an excellent cook. He owns the recipe for Cioppino that I gave you that day."

Charbi faced Ronjon and clapped his palms together. "Nomoshkar. Hi, Sir. I'm Charbi, the head cook here. What can I do for you?" Ronjon did the same action, "Nomoshkar," and extended his hand. "I only have a few questions to ask, so please sit with me for a while." Charbi returned the courtesy with a handshake and sat opposite the other. "Just bear with me for five minutes and . . ." Charbi interrupted. "Are you really a cooking magazine writer?"

Mike chimed in, "I recommend the crab roe fried rice and the wine crab. Those are our specialties." Iris looked up at Mike. "This is my friend, so don't try to trick us with overpriced food." "I'm not, Iris. I'm making a sincere recommendation. Those two dishes are definitely worth trying," Mike replied earnestly. Denise looked between them. "You know each other?" Iris smiled. "Yes, he's a good friend of mine." "You sure know a lot of people; you have all kinds of friends," Denise noted while sizing up Mike. She found him young, energetic, and handsome.

he asked, while skillfully cutting through the kunafa, which made a lovely cracking noise as the blade cut through its thin layers. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Not even when I felt Mike’s skin brushed against mine when he stood beside me. “You’re drooling, Eleanor.” I didn’t mind his teasing remark. “I just wish I could take this home to Elon,” I responded. “You’re a good cook. Try looking it up on the internet and follow the steps,” he said, like it was easy as that. “It’s a good thing you’re tasting the original so you’ll have a reference.”