Mlp Lemon Zest Novels & Stories

“This tastes so good, son! You should really put this on the market!” Felicia exclaimed after taking a sip of the homemade wine Leonne had brought. Leonne Zodiac was the seventh child of the family, living just a few miles away from Asteria. Though he was primarily a farmer, he also owned a large mango orchard and rice fields. On this visit to Asteria for his brother Lee’s birthday, he came bearing two woven baskets filled with bottles of wine he had made himself—wine crafted from mangoes and rice.

The blue matches his eyes. “Let us show them.” We cook. Team. I mix the batter. Eggs. Milk. Flour. Vanilla. Fluffy. Perfect. He heats the pan. Butter. Sizzle. Golden. I flip. High. Catch. Lila claps. “Again!” she says. Zephyr makes compote. Berries in pot. Blueberries. Strawberries. Sugar. Lemon zest. Boil. Thick. Red. Shiny. Smells sweet. “Taste,” he says.

He took another bite. "Who cooked this?" the chef asked. "We did," Elion said. "Which one of you?" "Both," Cale said. "He did the prep. I did the heat." The chef looked at Cale. "This is technical perfection. Where did you train?" "I watch a lot of YouTube," Cale said deadpan. The chef laughed. "Right. YouTube. This is restaurant quality. The balance of acid and fat is... surprising." "It's the lemon," Elion said, looking at Cale. "It cuts the air."

It was enough to make her feel depressed. Pierre brought over his homemade lemon wine, pouring it out for both of them. The pale golden liquid looked beautiful in the evening sunset. Only then did she learn that this place was famous for its lemons. It was a world-renowned lemon town. After the chatty Pierre was called away by other customers, Marisol picked up her wine glass and sniffed lightly. The aroma was rich, and when she tasted it, she found it was a sweet wine with a very refreshing flavor.

MILA Samara nodded, still eyeing me. Once the rest of the team was gathered, I took a deep breath. “Somehow, the prickly pear supply has gone missing,” I explained, receiving quite a few horrified gasps in response. “So instead, we will be doing zest from the skin of a lime on top of the pie. You’ll have to use less, since lime isn’t nearly as sweet as prickly pear, but the flavors will still work.” Samara wrinkled her nose. “It’s not the same, though.”

“That doesn’t sound ominous.” “We used a few ingredients that we think will add a natural plump to your lips,” Mal gave me wide eyes. I narrowed my eyes at them. “Like what?” “Peppermint oil, cinnamon oil, and nettle,” Mina responded. “Nettle? As in stinging nettle?” I shook my head. “You two are on your own for testing.” “Ah, well. Maybe we can trick Dad into trying it?” Mina glanced at Mal, and grinned. Poor Dad.

“That idiot decided to—what was the phrase?—‘get creative’ with my meal. Do you know what he did?” I stared at him blankly, already regretting asking. Fernando’s lips curled into something between disgust and rage. “He added—” his nostrils flared, “lemon zest to the sauce.” I had no words. None. Out of everything he could have been angry about, out of all the bloodshed and chaos that usually surrounded him, this was what had him in rage? I let out a slow breath. “So… you’re mad because there was lemon zest?” He clenched his jaw.

But, this one had a different feel to it. Cinder was in the kitchen, whipping up a batch of something. As Zel and I walked in, she told us to grab aprons. We tied the bright yellow material around our chest and waist and helped her out. She was making a lemon zest sponge cake and a Bundt cake as well. She grabbed a lever and pulled and a column of jars came out from the roof and landed right next to her. She browsed through the jars, finding the specific type of powder she wanted and then she sprinkled some of it into the batter, giving it a good stir.

Nearly one year went by since my visit. I walked ever closer, very slowly, quite cautiously, because it might just vanish if I moved far too fast. With careful folding, a navy paper bundle sat quite neatly by the box. That felt deliberate somehow, contorting something way down in me. The lid was then lifted after the ribbon was untied at first. Quickly, I detected chestnut, honey, and orange zest. My favourite. They only ever made a seasonal speciality on Mondays. A sprinkle made of powdered sugar with orange zest glaze completes a citrus cream topped delicate sponge. It was not possible for me to prevent it. A lump formed right in my throat.

She met Lilly having tea. “Hey, Mrs. Ray.” “Hi.” Zee greeted back, grabbed a bottle of bitter lemon, and drank it at a go. She threw the empty bottle into the trash can. She could see the first one she had dumped earlier. “I didn’t know you liked bitter lemon so much. I’m the one stocking it. It’s my favorite drink.” “Really?” “Yeah.” “It’s my favorite too.” Zee lied. “I stopped for a while but I think it’s starting all over again.”