Norske Nook Pie Menu Novels & Stories

Aelanor called the barkeep, and asked her for pheasant and lamb stew with greens, and a plate of herb rice. "Do you have dessert?" She asked. "Why yes, we do. We have honey-cakes and rhubarb pie topped with cream. Would you care for some?" The barkeep asked. "The rhubarb pie, please. And a glass of lemonade, please." A snort. Everyone on the table paused to look at the female orc, who was shaking her head. "I beg your pardon-" Aelanor started to say. "You should, actually. In fact, everyone's, here," the orc chuckled. "I didn't realise children were allowed back in here."

“Thank you for taking your time to do this, but there’s nothing that I like.” “What do you like? I’ll go get it immediately.” “It’s fine. You won’t be able to make it anyway. Let’s just go back and have dinner. The chef at Prismara Hill is one of the best!” “Just tell me what you like,” he insisted. “Apple pies from Nester.” Nester was a small dessert shop in Solisar city. It was not easy to get there, as the only way to get there was by plane. Cedric just nodded his head.

I was already getting engrossed in it when the head maid approached me with a friendly smile. “What would you like for breakfast, Miss Nora?” She asked in a sweet tone. I narrowed my eyes at her and stroked my chin a little. “Um, I would like a skillet-cooked corned beef with cubed potatoes and thinly sliced leeks, and ideally topped with an egg,” I ordered, feeling like royalty.

He asks, but I don’t have the energy to say anything so I just knock once on the wall loud enough for him to hear it as a yes. I hear him come in, but he doesn’t say anything. I can just feel his presence there, standing by the door as his eyes are on my back. I take a deep breath and inhale the scent of food, making me slightly turn but not enough for him to see my face. “Ah yeah, I brought your favorite.” Kjøttkaker. Balls of minced beef, rolled with spices like nutmeg, pepper, and ginger. But not just that, I can smell the potatoes, cabbage stew, and brown sauce.

She was starting to feel drowsy from the cool breeze coming off the fjord. "Yeah, I visited there once before with Adrian and our college friends. We stayed at Adrian’s place for five days!" William said—he’d been a world traveler since he was young. Once they entered Tromso, William picked a restaurant that served traditional Norwegian food. Emmy was impressed when she opened the menu: venison meatballs, gravlax (raw salmon slices seasoned with spices), moose steak, skrei (dried cod tongue with tartar sauce), and kumla (mashed potatoes served with diced meat).

Now he was about to taste my food. He glanced at the table, obviously wondering what was what. “I made a variety of things,” I said, trying to sound casual. “Salad, vegetable sauce, mac and cheese, some steak… even a bit of soup. I don’t really know much about Norwegian meals, but Nora likes my food, so… I hope you’ll enjoy it.” His face was unreadable, like he was lost in thought. I gestured to ask if he wanted me to serve him, but he signaled that he’d rather do it himself.

With a crust of finely ground ginger cookie crumbs to add a delicious crunch, the caramel drizzled, maple apple cream pie was a hot favourite and regardless of the weather, it inevitably disappeared from the table within seconds. Proserpina made it a point to see that her staff also got to have a large helping of every dish that was carried out to the main dining hall. With the Nord family over, it was tricky since the children and Maja were healthy eaters, thought Proserpina, dimpling. But nothing, as Beatrice declared, waving her ancient wooden spatula like a soldier brandishing a weapon, Nothing was Impossible for Proserpina Delano the old woman was fond of saying proudly.

I could sense Noah's stern gaze on Zen and me as I shifted uncomfortably on my seat. The massive spread consisted of shiny cutlery filled sumptuous food ranging from savoury like different kinds of sandwiches, slices of various cooked and seasoned meat, grilled cheese, boiled and scrambled eggs, buttered toast, salads, baked beans, mushrooms, oatmeal, sausages with gravy to sweet like cereals, pancakes and waffles with maple syrup and chocolate sauce, Danish bread, crossinants, donuts, chocolate and raisin muffins, nutella sandwiches and many more. Besides that, there was always fruits, nuts, tea, coffee, hot chocolate, fruit and vegetable juices etc. Such huge array was cooked when guests w

“Make yourself comfortable and help yourself to anything.” “Seems a lot of food for just Nico and myself.” I say counting ten silver tops. “Nico instructed our chef to cook many dishes for you, since we didn’t know what you would favor.” “Okay, thank you. I’ll have orange juice too please and a strong coffee.” She nods, I forget to ask her, her name and make my way to the serving dishes lifting up the lids as I go. There is scrambled egg, eggs benedict, bacon, steak, smoked salmon, fruits, yoghurts, small sponge cakes, muffins, pancakes, waffles just so much food. I’m spoilt for choice.

Calliope instructed, and all went directly to the buffet table. My goodness ... Garlic shrimps, grilled lobsters with cheese, buttered scallops, beef wellington, rib eye steak, chicken cordon bleu, pork loin, glazed ham, lasagna, Fried Chicken, Roast Duck, Poached Salmon, carbonara, croissants, pancake, bacon, sausages, bread rolls, corn bread, salads, mashed potato, corn, pizza, chicken noodle soup, fries, apple crumble pie, pecan pie, blueberry cheesecake, chocolate truffle tarts, chocolate mousse, mascarpone brownies, and different flavored ice cream.