Miranda Lambert Cookbook Novels & Stories

"Cooking? You? The last time you tried to make toast, you set off the chemical fire suppression system. Your father had to pay for the ceiling to be repainted." ​"I know, I know," Vivienne said, a small smile playing on her lips. "But there’s this specific recipe... the one my mother used to make. The lamb ragù with the hand-rolled pappardelle. She taught me the steps when I was ten, right before... well, before she got sick. I found her old handwritten notebook in the back of the library today."

“What do you propose I make, then?” Matilda studied me with calculating eyes, as though measuring how far she could push me. Finally, she spoke. “Prepare the king’s favorite dish.” The blood drained from my face. Why exactly would I want to prepare something he would enjoy. “What is his favorite?” I asked carefully. A knowing smile flickered at her lips. “Royal Ember-Hot Phoenix.” A legendary dish, complicated, precise, and notoriously unforgiving. “If you fail,” a servant whispered, “the spice could… overwhelm someone.”

Miranda called out, her voice coated with annoyance. She looked at Asher again, and he stared back as if expecting her glare. "What now?" Miranda wondered. "Nothing." Asher replied casually. "So let me go." Miranda demanded. Asher blinked only to say, "no." "No? I have work to do." Miranda looked back towards the bed. "You're copying recipes, that's plagiarism." "I'm just taking note on recipes that interest me. It's better than sitting around and going insane in my own mind from doing nothing." Miranda explained, unaware that her shape was now slowly relaxing even while on Asher's lap.

She smiled with an impressed look on her face and I nodded. Initially, I planned that if I checked the available food items in the house, I’d call my Mom and ask her for tips because she was a great cook. But now that Mrs Gale was here, I was too embarrassed to do so. So much for wanting to throw a little feast without having the slightest idea of meals to prepare. I sighed. Seems like Mrs Gale noticed my hesitation because she walked to a cupboard and brought out a book. It looked old but yet fancy. “In case you are indecisive about what to cook, this cookbook will help you. It belonged to Zander’s mother. She wrote it herself. She left it in the hope of giving it to Zander’s bride someday,

the other maid said while watching Lily. "I'm cooking for Aemon," Lily informed her and began to do everything "You know how to cook, right?" Mica asked, worried. She might be torn and messy, but she knows how to cook. "Don't worry," she said and giggled. She decided to cook carbonara, garlic chicken and vegetable salad for the two of them. Meanwhile, Aemon was in his office. He was busy but his mind was filled with Lily. He could not even look away for long from the clock.

Colby stated. “She makes them just like her mother did. Honestly, half of Jane’s recipes were Brinna’s. They made that cookbook in the kitchen together.” Beta Dimitri said. “Really?” I questioned. I hadn’t realized I was using my mom’s recipes. “Yup. They spent two months putting it together. Every single recipe either of them ever used or created is in that book. There are actually three copies of it.” “There are?”

She highly doubted the man before her would be able to stomach it. "Are you sure?" she tried to confirm once again. "Didn't I already eat what you cooked once six years ago? Why wouldn't I eat the food that was prepared by my woman?" Sabrina blushed at his comment and turned to head into the kitchen. The refrigerator contained all sorts of ingredients that she could think of but there weren't many that she was familiar with. She was clueless when it came to what a normal household would consider normal dishes, like chicken stew, lamb skewers or steamed crab. She managed to find a bream that she had all the time in the Ciarrai County, so she scooped it out from its tank. It took great effort

‘Cooking is always lifting my mood, I need to do something for diversion, to ease my mind,’ said Noah to himself. “I want you to cook Drake’s favorite food, the lamb roast,” Lea said while pointing at the ingredients that have been neatly prepared on the cabinet table. “If you need the recipe, there are cookbooks on the shelf.” “I think I can make a lamb roast without the cookbook, it's a standard menu for any chef,” Noah said, forcing to smile politely to the madam of the house. ‘But if you have rat poisons, it would be helpful for me to kill your son,’ Noah thought wickedly.

She smiled, but I could still sense the worry behind it. It was subtle. Quiet. But I knew it was there. ….. Twenty minutes later, Raymond came downstairs—his hair messy, his voice rough. “Should I be worried?” Why are both of my ladies up before me? Are you guys plotting against me?” You two look like trouble,” he mumbled, kissing both of our foreheads. “I was the chef today,” Miranda said proudly. “Bananas and toast and sleepy plantains!” Raymond raised an eyebrow at me with the expression “what's that?”

My hand twitched for my phone, like I was going to call Lauren and demand to know if Paige had suddenly developed an eating disorder. “I’ll just have Miranda make me something,” she said quickly enough that I had to wonder if she could read my face. After years as a mafioso and staring down some of the coldest sons of bitches I’d ever met without blinking, this one woman had somehow figured out how to read me like a book in a few days. “Okay,” I said. Miranda didn’t have Olivia’s magic touch in the kitchen, something I chalked up to her learning how to cook at a college rather than from the likes of Rosemary and Pepper, but she was decent. I still had hopes she would become good before long.