Norske Nook Pie Menu Novels & Stories

“Grovbrød, brunost, and lefse.” “Continui a parlare elfico come se dovessi sapere cosa stai dicendo. I can play at this game too; you need to cut that shit out and stick to English, or Imma sick my inner Italian on you.” Erik chuckles “It’s traditional, Norwegian breakfast food.” I pull out the sandwich and examine it. “Did you make this?” “Everything but the cheese.” “Wait you baked this bread?” Erik nods. “Do you like to cook?”

“Follow this way. We walk passed two hallways, so maybe this is bigger than standard. We come into a kitchen with cabinets everywhere. A six burner stove double oven, farmhouse sink and marble countertops. From there we take a right into a long dinning room. The table it set for 4 but could hold 10. Jason is already here. He pulls the seat next to him out and I slide in. “I’m sorry for my reaction earlier. I was, well I still am, in shock,” he puts his head in both hands. Jared and Crystal bring two dishes each to the table. Prime Rib, grilled vegetables, potatoes au guine, and a blueberry pie that looks like blueberries in cream. “Mustikkapiirakka,” Crystal points at the pie. “Commo

She nods “You told Leda here about the menu?” I shake my head no “No... but Leda loves pie so -” I don’t get a chance to finish “Leda likes to speak for herself” “Ahaha!” Peggy’s laugh becomes a hacking cough. “Do excuse me!” She mumbles “A girl after me own heart! Well Leda, if you love pie then I’ll bring you my best – steak with puff pastry lid. Mash is an extra £2.50, but I don’t know why I’m telling you that – you let Rasmus pay you ‘ear me? Any eels for the two of you?”

Matawa, kurīmīna kokonattsukasutādo ga a*i, ka*ika*i no kurumi o mabushite ka*ika*i ni shiageta kokonattsukasutādopankēki. (oh well. There are tons of pancakes on the menu that it's hard to choose which to try first. If you have a sweet tooth, you can try the Classic pancakes, served with whipped cream, butter, maple syrup; Caramelized BaShop owner pancakes, topped with nuts and caramelized banana; Mixed Fruits and Chocolate pancakes, which has fresh fruits like kiwi, oranges, strawberries, blueberries, and a side of Creme Anglaise and a drizzle of chocolate sauce; or the Coconut Custard pancakes, which has a creamy coconut custard and is sprinkled with crunchy walnuts for added crunch.)

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.”

Theo says as he hugs her and she in turn gets him all dirty by licking and pawing him. We laugh at his condition and come back to the main house when the rain turns into light drizzle. The rain continues and we get changed then come down for lunch. We have farm fresh quiche, cordon bleu soup and ziggy egg salad and for dessert we have classic apple pie. The apple is from their farms only. After lunch when we sit outside, I look at Noah who is looking at the distance with an open mouth. I look at the direction he is looking at and see Lady trotting towards the main house like all these lands belong to her.

She announced as she placed her hands on her hip and I groaned as the cool morning air nipped at my skin. "I was thinking we would get the cook to prepare all of Silas' favorite dishes, you know to butter him up," Nora suggested as I rose from the bed and rubbed a hand over my face. I washed up and changed before I followed Nora downstairs, all the while listening to all the suggestions and plans she had for tonight. She was probably going to go overboard but I knew there was no point in telling her so. "Jasper likes blueberry pie so I think I'm going to add that for dessert," she informed me and I quirked a brow at her.

Aunty Ely said filled with enthusiasm as she stood up to greet us. She hugged and kissed mom and Clea while I recieved a "Hello" and a quick hug. I bowed to show respect to Uncle Arnold. I sat next to Clea. I placed the napkin they provided on my lap. They started serving the foods. My eyes widened in fractions and my jaws were slightly dropped the moment I saw what they were serving. Louis XIII Pizza. Lobster Frittata. Bluefin Tuna. Cranberry-Blue Cheese Balls. And some dishes I couldn't even name. Quel's eyes met mine. He winked and pointed at the White Truffles. He winked at me. My f*cking favorite.

"That's out also." "How about a fish platter?", James asked, already guessing that it won't be available. The woman grimaced. "Fish is not fresh, so I wouldn't recommend it." After attempting to order a few more dishes, Nora snapped, "How about you tell us what IS available?" The woman was not fazed by Nora's attitude. "Sweetie, I would recommend house special. Burger and fries." "Is that all?", Marcy asked.

“We only serve two tables a day.” I raised an eyebrow. “That can’t bring in much income…” He gave me a knowing smile. “It’s not about money.” Not about money? I was starting to realize Kane wasn’t just being humble; he was hiding something. Soon, Neville served the food: simple Western fare—juicy burgers, roasted turkey, golden apple pie, fish and chips, fresh veggie salad. It looked like comfort food… but the taste was anything but ordinary. “This is amazing,” I murmured. “Tastes familiar…”