Milk Cookie X Purple Yam Novels & Stories

After ten minutes, the honey turned caramel in colour so I turned off the flame and added a few drops of cold water to stop it from cooking further. I set aside the burnt honey to cool down and took another saucepan to heat butter, sugar, burnt honey and regular honey altogether. After five minutes, I added baking soda and started whisking it until the colour changed while giving tiny bubbles. After it cooled down a little, I added salt and vanilla and gave it a stir. In another small bowl, I whisked the eggs and poured it into the butter honey mixture. After sifting in flour, I started folding like Lily told me to do. When it became cookie-like dough, I covered it and kept it in the fridge.

Lizzy was still busy struggling with her unfinished breakfast. “So you’ve been on a diet all this time? What for? Your body is already good,” said Rakia curiously. She propped her chin with one hand, looking at Lizzy, who was busy cutting dragon fruit and putting it in the blender. Then, the woman opened one of the cupboard doors above her head and grabbed instant coconut milk packaged in paper. Lizzy poured the coconut milk into the blender. “Euuh..., why use coconut milk? Is it delicious?” Rakia stared at her with a contorted facial expression.

slightly-charred pancakes shaped like wolves. “Are those ears or legs?” I asked, squinting. “Both,” he said without hesitation. “Harper, you’re seeing this, right?” She entered from the hallway in her oversized cardigan, her eyes were still soft with sleep. “I’ve learned not to question Liam’s methods before coffee,” she said, reaching for the pot. June held up a plate. “These are for you. Nurse Bella needs fuel.” “They’re actually really good,” Liam added quickly. “I put cinnamon and cardamom in the batter. Norwegian twist.”

Cream cheese, sugar, eggs, vanilla, graham crackers, butter, and peanut butter. I looked up at Erica abruptly when I heard her say "peanut butter".

"Sorry, didn't mean to say that." Holly just smiled and put a white drink in front of him. "It's a new kind," she said as she went back to baking. "And don't get burnt, I didn't add milk." He took a small sip. "It's white chocolate." "Milkybar." she beamed over her shoulder. "Then there's already plenty of milk," he smiled, even though she couldn't see him. "I'll do sausages, roasties, gravy." she smiled sheepishly for some reason. "Uh... veg,"

he was smiling visibly amused while Cookie was trying to stop her eyes from rolling. "I thought you were deaf or dumb, or both," he smirked. Cookie rolled her eyes this time, not finding it funny. "Uhmm..well, it's called beef patty or Jamaica Patty," he briefed, talking about the food. She looked at the food again, "It looks tasty," She admitted. "Sure, the secret of the yellow color is curry powder and tumeric as well as a layer of egg wash—" "I don't like it," she cut in sharply, creasing her brow.

Red for the cherry flavor; orange for tangerine; yellow for mango; green for the matcha ice cream; blue for blueberry; indigo for the black raspberry ice cream flavor; and last was the violet for the purple yam ice cream (ube) "Err??? Are you sure we can eat that whole? That ice cream was way too big! Maybe we can choose something else..." Audrey suggested, but Nero only snorted at her. "MEOW" [Gosh, what are you even thinking of??? Of course, it's not for us. It's for Monami! She loves sweets!] "Ohhhhh?????" So her cat happened to ask her to buy a big set of parfait just to impress his lover. Great just great!

He looked at me like he wanted to argue, but he didn’t. Because we both know. Mom talks when she’s ready. Not when you push her. So we dropped it. But that doesn’t mean I’m not thinking about it. Because I am. A lot. Anyway, that’s that. Today was actually… good. Like properly good. I saw this recipe online. Yogurt, honey, and milk. Which, by the way, doesn’t make sense to me because yogurt is already made from milk, so why are we adding milk again? But my new friend said her mom makes it all the time and it tastes really nice, so I decided to try it.

She closed the sack and walked back to the sitting room. “We have a little yam flour left in the sack,” Margaret said. “Really? When last did we eat yam flour paste?” Peyton said. “If I am not making mistakes, aunt, it’s up to a week now,” Margaret said. “It’s okay. I guess you can prepare a four-man-paste from the little yam flour remaining?” Peyton said. “Yes, aunt,” Margaret said. “Good. You will go to the kitchen now and start the cooking. You, Luca and I myself will resolve to another food,” Peyton said.

he said with the same expression. I prepared tea and pastries. Yesterday, I made cookies mixed with whole grains like almonds, cashews, raisins and sunflower seeds. I made it with chocolate flavor and original. Not bad for a few small jars. To prepare if Amelia asks for snacks and can for tea, like now. "You tired?" he asked. "No, it's normal," I replied surprised. Too bad he asked me like that. In fact, he knew from earlier this afternoon, I didn't have any activities except accompanying Amelia.