Milk Cookie X Purple Yam Mga Nobela at Kwento

There was nothing else in the room but two large windows, an empty closet, the two beds, and a large golden table with a plate of pink cookies and white fresh milk placed on it. Looking at the cookies made Angela’s appetite grow. She didn’t know what to do first, jump on the bed, or eat the cookies? She was sure that once she rested on the bed she was going to sleep off so she went to the golden table and picked a cookie, eating it. It was relish and amazing. Her mother’s strawberry pancakes were nothing compared to what she was eating now. She drank the milk and it was even better. The taste of the milk was cooling and not disgusting like some of the milk she’s drunk. It was like ice cream

I asked curiously still making a paste out of the yam. “Never knew it. You shouldn’t make it too soft” She warned. I nodded adding more yam to thicken the past. “What’s going here?” Lucy walked in, her blonde hair wet. “Making a special African dish” I answered her with a smile. She hugged me and gave me a kiss on my cheek. She did the same to Henrietta as she joined us making the meal. When we were finished with making the yam paste like meal Ri helped to make a soup from the pepper and some deer meat.

“This is chicken. It’s made with homemade marinade, spicy oil, pepper, and roasted walnuts. It’s our specialty here, and the tourists love it.” Daisie tried it, and Cameron asked, “How is it?” She nodded and took a bigger bite. Everyone tried it too. The man then brought over a soup dish. “This is cream of seaweed. It’s smooth, and the seaweed is crunchy. When yam is added in, it tastes the best.” “It sounds good. Let me try it first.” Waylon took a scoop. Cameron looked at him. “It smells great.” After a few more dishes that were unique to the area were served. There was a flower cookie made with roses and other edible flowers, sweet and sour pork knuckles, and bread with hazelnut flour.

A long black rug runs down through the center of the whole set up like a runway and a snack bar stands off at the side with various different treats to be tried, each of them prepared to have colors of the existing theme. Everything, besides the flowers, seem to be black and white and I’m guessing it’s because they couldn’t paint the flowers in such a short time left for the preparation. I, of course, head to the snack bar first, trying out a peach vanilla macaroon that looks like two white crackers put together by a grimmy black paste. The resulting taste, however, is marvelous. I grab a glass of white wine that pairs perfectly with it. My eyes go over everything else and fall to the person

I stepped out into the hallway, closing the door softly behind me. "The lab results?" I asked, my voice dropping to a low rumble. "They’re in." Alder handed me the tablet. "The doctor was right. It wasn't just 'bad milk.' It was tampered with. They found high concentrations of non-dairy creamer and egg yolk powder mixed into the stored bags." I stared at the chemical breakdown. "Creamer? Egg powder? That’s not poison, Alder. That’s grocery store crap." "Exactly," Alder said, his jaw tight. "The doctor says it’s consistent with the base used in milk tea or cheap yogurt. To a human, it’s a snack. To a shifter pup whose system is designed for pure essence? It’s a gut-shredding toxin."

He placed a single, crystallized violet petal on top of each one using a pair of tweezers he usually used for extracting bullets. He wiped his hands on the pink apron. He pulled his phone from his tactical belt. He snapped a high-resolution photo. He opened the browser. He logged into the backend of a website: TheTacticalBaker.com. He uploaded the photo. Subject: Lavender Honey Cupcakes with Lemon Curd Core. Yield: 12 Units. Difficulty: Moderate. Notes: The lemon curd provides a sharp counter-offensive to the sweetness of the buttercream. Execute with tea.

That night the mansion chief busy roasting and cooking the animals with the menu their third miss wants including fillings two hundred rice containers with steamed rice and boiled ten thousand chicken eggs and five thousand salted ducks eggs . Mrs Zhang also bakes chocolate , milk and peanut cookies for their miss to keep in her space. For the whole night she baked thousand of chocolates , peanuts and milk cookies . The.next morning, everyone send to rest after the twins ate their breakfast and Aurora had put everything in her space. Then , the twins leasury resting at the swimming pool on the mansion .

“We’ve got to try that, then. As well as the chocolate crémeux, it has banana bread, whipped milk jam, and salted caramel ice cream. I don’t even know what whipped milk jam is, but it sounds amazing.” We give our order to Wiremu, and he tops up our glasses, then retreats.

Liam marked the list on his clipboard and grinned up at her “Rudolph and the reindeer?” “Check.” “Snowflakes?” “Check.” “Cookies and milk?” “Chec—” Molly cut off her own sentence as she stared down at an empty cookie platter. “Wait. No check.” Molly held the empty platter out towards Liam. “Liam, did you eat all of these cookies?” “No way. I’d get so sick.” Liam imitated a queasy expression before pushing the platter back towards Molly. “Maybe Hannah didn’t make any this year?”

We all try the rest of the cookies and finish our glasses of milk. Mr. Thorne passes Mr. Montgomery the list and he reads it out loud. "Okay so strawberry cheesecake is a yes, lemon is a maybe, blueberry is a no, chocolate chip is a obvious yes, cookies and cream is a maybe, macadamia nut is a yes and finally red velvet is a yes." "No Blueberry cookies?" Mr. Montgomery looks at Mr. Everhart. I finish the essay and switch the document from editing to suggesting. "Blueberry was okay but I didn't like the aftertaste" I explained then pass my laptop to Mr. Beaumont.