Novel Küche Novels & Stories

Try to improve my storytelling and writing skills and learn from top books Q8: I have a question I want to ask but it's not my editor's work time, I SHOULDN't: a.Go to GoodNovel's social medias(F*, discord) and ask other authors b.Read GoodNovel Author's guidebook c.Visit Help Center in my GoodNovel personal page d.Message my editor on every social media he/she uses Q9: I want to enter a writing contest, I should: a.Read the contest page carefully and enter accordingly

"I used a chocolate wine to sauté the chicken. "Interesting. I love what it does to the taste." Dad winked at Brynne. "So you're a gourmet?" "Thank you, but not really a gourmet. I enjoy it and learned to cook for my dad when my parents split. I have these marvelous cookbooks by Rhonda Plumhoff on my e-reader. She links her recipes to popular books. She's famous from where I'm from. I just adore her recipes." He tilted his head at me. "Smart son I raised."

She grinned, holding it up like treasure. “Let’s cook,” she said. I blinked. “Cook?” “Yes. In your kitchen.” “That kitchen hasn’t been used in years.” “Then it’s time.” The kitchen was vast — marble counters, copper pots hanging from racks, ovens that gleamed but had never been lit. It was beautiful, but sterile. A room designed for show, not for life. Until Holly walked in. She tied her hair back, rolled up her sleeves, and spread the notebook across the counter. The recipe was simple: Pasta alla Norma. Eggplant, tomatoes, basil, ricotta salata. A dish my mother had made on Sundays, when the house smelled like comfort instead of power.

It was just his way of coping with things. I on the other hand was settling into life as the new Luna. It was more tumultuous than I thought. I’d broken over a dozen plates and sixteen laws already. Who knew there were so many rules? I’d rather go back to being an intern at the hospital. I was in the kitchen going through the pack’s historical recipe book I wanted to surprise Enzo with a meal from his family history! Only I couldn’t make heads or tails of what to do. I’d been in the kitchen for hours and I had no idea where they stored the elk.

"These flower shaped colorful sweets are made of crushed cashew nuts, mixed with honey, flour, and vanilla. I steamed them to come up with this look. Please taste them." Using their bare hands, each one tasted the shrimp and cashew sweets and their faces brightened. "Finger-licking good. I love these," one of the sous chefs said. All of them licked their fingers and their eyes dazzled with delight. "Superb." "This is what we need here, new dishes and new presentation." "Let's cook now, I want to eat more." The lady manager said. "Hahaha, good, good. I love this kind of energy and enthusiasm. Let's start the fire and get this kitchen rolling. Come on, people." Chef Jibon laughed as he clapped

She had lost weight, and not a little, but she had overcome that too. Genzo followed her into the kitchen because he wanted to know what she was cooking. You never knew that with her because she could cook both German and Japanese. Keyla looked in the fridge, but she really couldn't think of anything and when she did, what she needed wasn't there. She actually wanted to make fried potatoes and schnitzel, but neither potatoes nor schnitzel were there.

She had to admit—the soup turned out quite well today. She had learned this recipe from her foodie friend, Julissa. Annabelle was good at brewing medicinal soups but not at regular cooking. Medicinal soups were simply boiled—whether bitter or slightly sweet didn’t matter, as long as they were effective. Cooking, however, required precise control of heat and ingredients. Julissa was particularly skilled in that area. Julissa had told her that this sea cucumber, mushroom, and chicken soup recipe came from a historical romance novel. In the story, a modern-day girl had time-traveled to the past and won over her powerful prince by making him delicious meals every day.

She inquired, cutting her fingernails. "Any homemade food" he replied, he didn't care if she knew how to cook or not. He didn't marry her to be his cook or maid. He would cook if she didn't know. He grinned at the thought. He would be the chef and served her on the bed and dining room. "Your favourite book?" "ARB101 and Adiya Amir by Um_royhan" he replied. "Awww, who could take you like a romance sucker" she snickered.

He knew so well that the boss didn't joke about this name and also grew furious when the name was said. “It could be that it wasn't part of the things you burnt?” “If tomorrow should pass and that book isn't in ashes then consider yourself a corpse!” He walked out of the room to the lounge. He could not believe that her recipes could be revived and tasted the same way that she made it. Right proportion of wet cream and butter. Not too soggy and not too thick. “Alexa..... Alexa.....I really don't know where you got that book from but making that food just made my patience for you cut!”

She pulled out a massive, beautifully bound hardcover book. It was Isabelle Voss's seminal cookbook. It was considered the most significant culinary text published in the last decade. Aurora slowly opened the heavy front cover. The thick paper smelled faintly of fresh ink and expensive binding glue. A short, handwritten message was scrawled across the title page in elegant black ink. "He chose the right one. Take care of him. He is terrible at being taken care of. — I.V." Aurora stood perfectly still at the center island. Her heart hammered against her ribs. She read the generous, devastating words twice. She closed the heavy book gently. She walked over to the wooden shelves and placed it s