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"I also threw away some spices in your upper cabinet that had gone bad, hope it's okay?" Spices in the upper cabinets? I didn't know that we had some there, they've probably been there for a while. "It's fine, thank you." I smiled at her. "You see why my eyes can never deceive me," Mavis started, taking her last spoon, which barely had anything on it anyway, she'd totally cleared her plate. "All done." She smiled. And she actually seemed proud. Maybe because I was highly doubtful that she'd be able to finish all the food she served for herself. It was a generous amount, and I think she only took my comment on that as a challenge.

Didn’t dare think that Sienna could leave something so potent in the hands of someone like– Mistra stopped walking, her voice held a tone of surprise. “The recipes? Of course. Unlike some people I don’t have direct access to the infirmary. I had to be able to do this on my own. Go unnoticed.” Mistra’s absences. The wildflowers. Her obsession with the night. It hadn’t all been about Sirius. My head started to swim and I reached out to the cool cave wall for some type of relief from the stifling head of my sweatshirt.

The audience erupted into cheers and applause as the camera pivoted back to the host. “Contestants! Today, we're putting your mastery of spices to the ultimate test. In the mystery basket, you'll find a selection of rare and exotic spices, including the infamous Ghost Pepper, the warm, aromatic Berbere, and the sweet, floral Ras el hanout. Your challenge is to create a three-course menu – appetizer, entree, and dessert – that showcases your skill in blending, balancing, and showcasing these complex spices. And here's the twist: you must also incorporate candied jasmine flowers into each dish, adding their sweet, floral flavor to your creations. You have 180 minutes to create your culinary ma

My eyes darted nervously around the room, finally settling on the imposing figure of my mother-in-law, who stood tall, her arms crossed and a stern expression etched on her face. “Why did you bring a recipe book? Do you have poor cooking skills?” She requested bluntly, slightly tying the ropes of her apron to her stomach, six maids stood at every corner of each counter in the kitchen. “I thought we were cooking something foreign,” I dropped the book on the wooden table. “Yes foreign food, We’d be making saffron-infused rice with seafood, chorizo, and vegetables, the recipe is up here,” she tapped her index finger to the side of her head implying she had the amounts of ingredients and how it

The sound of his low voice on conference calls served as a background hum. I found Mrs. Patel in the kitchen, already sketching a menu on a notepad. “He told you,” I said, leaning against the counter. “He did, ma’am.” She looked up, her eyes crinkling. “And he smiled while he did it. A proper smile. It was unsettling.” “We’re aiming for ‘unsettling’ in a good way,” I said. “Can you help me not burn the house down?” “It would be my genuine pleasure.” We spent the next hour debating recipes. Mrs. Patel, I discovered, was a formidable culinary strategist with strong opinions on saffron, a world precious spice and a hilarious disdain for “trendy foam.”

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Upon exiting the health and beauty store after buying some stuff, Faerie put her arm around my shoulder. Before shopping in the store, she bought me varieties of chocolates, and we even ate at my favorite Chinese restaurant. "Feeling better now?" she asked, giving me a serene smile. I nodded. "Thanks!" Checking the bags full of our purchases, I could not help but shake my head in amazement. "Are you going to spend the weekend cooking and baking?" "Yup! I'll cook you your favorite food," she said and winked at me.

Alex hummed in response and lifted his fork, and started eating. Christine followed suit. She took a single bite of her fish and munched it slowly to inspect the taste. She moaned in satisfaction. The moment the dish kissed her tongue, she felt a gush of happiness that immediately flushed all the worries on her mind. She licked her lips and moaned more as the delicious meal went down her throat, warming up and calming her cold and tense nerves. She had always lived with the idea that expensive meals tasted like garbage. But this was different.

With a sinister smile and two, HE gladly replies. “Well then. Just who are you suggesting to be the spice without disrupting the flow of fate that I already wrote into everyone’s lives?” A bit of a dangerous dare that HE knew that is difficult to do. Yet HE trusted the Mistress to comply for such a criterion in choosing the perfect spice to open the book of the next stage. “Remember that the spice I needed is someone whose sin is as pure as black. With the Yang that is pure as white. I want someone who is pure and true, with the other half of its pure darkness.”

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