Omori X Basil Novels & Stories

I was fuming with anger, and his words were fueling it. “I have prepared your favorite mushroom soup, Lin. Tell me, how it is?” Orson added and served me a bowel of soup to dissipate the heat on the table. I forced myself to drink a spoon full of soup and turned to Orson with a smile. I don’t want to drain my anger over him. “It’s awesome for you, Orson. The blend of Basil and pepper is mind blowing.” I complemented him, and he nodded at me, serving one more time.

"These are some fragrances I've personally diluted." She approached the only female judge and said, "In this lady's perfume, basil is the predominant ingredient. Basil produces warmth and has a minty fragrance. I believe you have a warm, cheerful personality and prefer similarly warm scents. I recommend a combination of lavender, marjoram, and lemongrass. With the proper proportions, these ingredients create a fresh and aromatic fragrance while providing stress relief and relaxation." She opened the bottles of the mentioned ingredients, made a basic fragrance blend with a dropper, and placed it beside the female judge.

Chapter 20: Fresh Basil and freedom Gwen Three weeks after the confrontation with Lorenzo and Camila, I stood in my new kitchen. Not the mansion's sterile professional kitchen with its industrial equipment, but a smaller space I'd claimed as my own, a room with windows that overlooked the garden and let in morning sunlight. I was crushing fresh basil leaves for pesto, the green scent filling the air, bright and alive and hopeful. The basil came from plants I'd grown myself in terra cotta pots, nurturing them from seeds, and there was something healing about creating food from scratch, about controlling at least this one small thing in my chaotic life.

Lia shrieked. "Damn! There are so many of them!" Bima growled. Bima took the Heavenly Spice Flower and chewed into the Indomie. He had to create the Indomie Balance Restorer Recipe. With his Level 6 Master Chef Buff, he managed to craft the Indomie in record time. The savory, spicy, and tangy aroma, with a hint of floral notes, wafted through the air. Bima threw the Indomie toward the Zombie Chef Squad.

Robert squeaks at her little gestures while Tristy disappears behind the huge kitchen. “lunch for Robert,” she tells the chef, who sighs in frustration. The young man's lunch has never been easy and it was not going to start today. “What does he want today?” he asked, staring at the menu. tristy picks the menu for the day glancing through. Robert has always been a fan of basil fried rice. “I think basil fried rice with shrimp would do” she stated, still staring down at the paper in hand. “No…. garlic, pepper, ketchup, and” “beef stock” the entire kitchen chorused. it was usual and they all knew it by heart.

I felt Azriel's curiosity but thankfully he didn't press on it. Carla served us the meal. I studied the food carefully, wanting to know what made it so special. It was grilled golden brown bread slices, topped with vibrant red diced tomatoes, garlic, fresh green basil and olive oil. It looked so yummy. I wasted no time in taking a bite and I moaned in surprise, not expecting it to taste that good. I turned to Carla who had a wide expectant smile on her face. “This tastes so good, Carla.” I said through a mouthful, taking another bite.

Then, they stepped out from the room and went to the first floor, walking towards the dining table with the complete meals that exuded the savory and delicious smells. By the time they sat next to each other, the Alpha's round orbs were darted to the some dishes he ever ate before, when he went abroad. "I'd like you to try this thai dish," Margie uttered while taking a plate with seasoned beef and the basil leaves being sprinkled on it. "Thai Beef Basil? This is one of my international favorite dish!" Bastian widened his stares and started to take a spoonful of it. Then, he swallowed and tasted the savory pleasures of the combined spices.

OLIVIA The silver dome lid was lifted with a flourish that felt entirely absurd given that I was sitting cross-legged in the center of a king-sized bed, wearing nothing but an oversized lavender robe and a pair of Adrian’s thickest wool socks. The scent that bloomed into the room was intoxicating—garlic roasted in dark olive oil, crushed San Marzano tomatoes, fresh basil that smelled of sun-baked earth, and the sharp, savory tang of shaved pecorino. Elena had not sent up a simple meal; she had sent up a feast. There was a massive bowl of handmade tagliolini tossed with fresh seafood, a platter of seared sea bass drizzled with lemon oil, and a loaf of crusty, warm ciabatta that looked like it

Norman: Are you going to accept the apology or not? Evelyn: Hmm. Norman: ? Evelyn: Fine, yes, I accept. Evelyn: But you have to know that was really not nice, Norman. Norman: I know. It won’t happen again. Evelyn: Okay. Evelyn: Also, you left the basil in water, so it should stay fresh for a few days, just so you know. Norman: I saw that. Evelyn: Good. Don't let it die.

“Nope. As long as it’s not too hot.” He nodded. “Don’t worry it’s just to add the flavor.” He went to the fridge and picked up one chili and some basil leaves. He chopped the basils and the chili then dumped them into the pan. “What a bolognese without tomatoes?” He added the tinned plum tomatoes, oregano, bay leaves, a splash of wine, and cherry tomatoes. I lost counts of what ingredients were in the pan. There was no way I could remember them without writing them down. I recalled his words earlier and muttered under my breath, “how can all of these be considered as simple?”