Novel Cuisine Novels & Stories

"Japan isn't running away. It's building a life that's actually mine." "Is it?" He moved closer, crouching down to my eye level. "Or is it just another form of hiding?” “Ok, if you think I’m hiding who came up with all the burgers on the menu and the sauces?” I challenged. Jackson's expression shifted, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. "You designed the menu?" "Every item," I confirmed. "The Volcanic Sauce was my creation too—a modified version of an ancient Moon Wolf recipe my mother taught me. Uncle Mateo let me experiment in the kitchen after hours."

The restaurant was designed in a classy way that seemed to welcome only the rich, and also in a semi local way that opened its arms to everyone. The dishes too were unique. I went for a simple corn salad, while Tiffany went for the chilaquiles. I raised a brow, “My mother told you my age, I presume?” She raised a brow as a grin spread out on her face. I got to learn more about Tiffany, she was the totality of everything good wrapped in a simple package. Unique political ideas? Check. Having other ideas and not agreeing to everything I say? Check. She loved solving puzzles and reading nonfiction books -a wild contrast. She loved to travel the world and explore new cultures and try new food, w

He saw how much this meant to Rose and he didn't want to cause a drift between her and Sebestian. "Fine. But I still have my doubts." * * * * * Sebestian was in the kitchen plating the food he had bought on his way to town. As he saw the three of them, he smiled and presented his work. All the food looked great, and Monika recognized quite a few from the numerous food articles she had seen online. It all came from at new restaurant that was a little out of city. Some of the most popular dishes were the cheese soufflé, the prosciutto/brie/green apple panini on a Mediterranean black olive bread and the crêpes. All those dishes and more where now on the table, waiting to be eaten.

“I love that about you.” We curled together on the sheets, legs tangled, hair messy, skin warm from the long day. I traced lazy patterns across his chest, thinking about the week ahead, all the flavors I wanted to try, the new sauce I had dreamed about while watching the sun set over the ocean. The spices from Grenada. The fruit glazes from Antigua. And rum. There had to be rum. “I might write a few new recipes,” I whispered. “And post them.” “Please do,” he whispered back. “I want the whole world to know what I get to eat.”

Chapter 18 **Cynthia's POV** This time around, I didn’t meet Anna outside, so I hoped for a better story in class today The lecture hall was fuller than I expected, not just the enrolled students, but auditors, visitors, curious faces who'd heard whispers about the Michelin three-star chef turned visiting professor. I stood at the podium, in my element, my voice steady as I spoke about the philosophy behind culinary creation, how food was a form of communication, a bridge between cultures, how respecting ingredients meant honoring the hands that harvested them and the people who would savor them.

Suddenly, Natalia said that she had just arrived so we turned to her. Stefano and I both bowed to him while Elijah just nodded. We all sat down and the normal foods were ready. There are fish stew and some vegetables that I don't know what they call. There's also mixed fruit there and meat that I'm not sure if it's beef or pork. "Little Ales, I already saw the blueprint and I am impressed. Even Favian who's picky with plans is extremely impressed with your creativity. May I know where did you learn your knowledge?" He asked me a simple question. There was no sarcasm and he seemed impressed.

I stood up and stared at the artworks again. “If you like them,I can give you two…” “No…people might think I stole them…they look too exquisite.”I retorted,shaking my head. He grinned as we walked out of the bedroom. We walked into the dining room and I swallowed to see the table filled with so many dishes. They look so foreign and I tried to recall if I had tasted any of them before. “The cook prepared a French cuisine today.Try it,it tastes very good.” I smiled as he pulled out a chair for me and I got seated.

Embarrassed, Zinnia could only drop the book to the table and followed him out of the room. “In celebration for Young Miss Zinnia’s arrival, the chefs prepared a feast. We have western cuisines, and Asian cuisines made up according to the Young Miss’ appetite.” the butler explained as he ran down the dishes and how it was cooked to her. It almost made her feel like she is the owner of the mansion for them to act in such a way. “Eat, don’t mind them,” he uttered then started eating his food with gusto. And yet his movements did not hinder his natural elegance at all, every action made the simple gesture of slicing the piece of meat elegant.

She was also curious about how the dishes tasted. Sydney took the fork. She looked hesitantly at the dishes on the table. She seemed to be wondering which one she should try first. But she didn't hesitate for long. She made a quick decision and reach her fork for the nearest dish. Julien had cooked three dishes, a roasted chicken, a tuna salad, and a soup of cream and mushroom. These were all ordinary dishes that were seldom served on the Flint family’s table. Sydney guessed that Julien rarely ate the dishes he had cooked today, since he had a Michelin chef who specialized in a wide variety of delicious cuisines.

Then, he drank Novi's milk which was so delicious and fresh for his body. Novi was silent as she watched Diki want to eat his food. So far, Diki has always refused for various classical reasons. Starting from Novi cooking white rice which she said was too soft, the sweet vegetable side dish was spicy to the salty fish which she said was too salty. The name salted fish must be too salty. If you don't want it to be salty, just eat fried fish, it's a hassle to just exaggerate the problem.