Pineapple Casserole Recipes Novels & Stories

A mixture of pineapple, coconut and vanilla will give the perfect pizza - colada taste. “So, I still don’t know very much about you” Daniel blushes as we sit down. “I don’t know much about you either” I frown. “Lets get to know each other a little better than?” Mason asks. “I like that idea” I smile. “Wait, he once was in a hot dog eating contest and almost won but then puked all the hotdogs back up?” Daniel laughs. “Yep, that’s exactly what happened” I laugh recalling the story from my childhood.

“It is, until you over-mash and it turns to glue, speaking from experience.” He added butter, cream, and something called garlic powder. “Smell this,” he said, holding out the wooden spoon. I leaned in, taking in it's scent. My eyes widened. “That smells amazing.” “Told you,” he beamed. Next, he showed me how to slice and fry plantains with cinnamon, “sweet, crisp, and perfect for desserts,” he said, grinning like a chef unveiling his masterpiece. We ended the session with a fruit salad drizzled with honey and topped with crushed peanuts.

" That's right the spicy things are more ate at breakup means. So let's make a pudding like pineapple pudding with nuts over it having cream." " That's not a bad idea so let's start. What do we start with?" "Let's start with pudding ." " Okay. What are the requirements needed." " Take the pineapple and cut it with clearing all it's skin." " Okay!!!" " I will start with the milk and make it a warm."

I said, going back to the refrigerator and pulling out bags and baskets, arranging them on the counter. “We can get someone to come in from the big island and make dinner for us,” Caleb offered, wandering out into the kitchen and snagging a strawberry. I shrugged. “I don’t mind. I like to cook.” I got out the cutting board and started cutting, trimming and chopping. In short order I had some chicken breast on skewers marinating in a sweet pineapple sauce and a fruit salad with a citrus dressing made up. I took the chicken to the outdoor kitchen and put them on the grill before coming back and and taking the rice off from the stove. I scooped four mounds onto plates and then added a heap

Williams grinned as he opened his plate of grilled chicken and vegetables. His expression changed when Melissa's plate was replaced with another one. With his cutleries on his chicken, he waited to see Monica reveal a plate of sushi and Pineapple juice. "What's up with the diet" He wondered. "I am sorry if you don't like it but this is what I feel like eating," Melissa said calmly with a smile as she began to eat "The pineapple is freshly squashed, this morning" she raised the cup and stretched it to him "With just 40% great pawpaw. Why not have a taste?" She suggested.

The wedding was just a month away, but I had insisted on holding the party anyway; it was a sort of wedding shower, too. “Did you remember to pick up the stuff for the charcuterie board?” I asked as Logan walked into the kitchen. He grinned, his arms full of grocery bags. “Like I would ever forget,” he teased as he plopped the bags down on the granite countertop. “I got some extra stuff, too.” I furrowed my brow as I peered into the bags, pulling out several large pineapples. “I can see that,” I laughed. “Logan, what the hell are we supposed to do with all of these pineapples?”

I slipped on one of the aprons hanging near the door, grabbed a clean towel for my shoulder, and made my way to a counter tucked by the back window. They gave me space. They always did. I started with the one who needed the most convincing to eat. Abriel. His favourites were simple but had to be just right. Cinnamon pancakes—thin, fluffy, stacked with honey, and a little smiley face made from sliced banana and berries. He liked them in sets of three. Not two. Not four. Just three. I mixed the batter carefully, whisking until it was light and airy, pouring it into the hot pan with practised ease. The cinnamon hit the heat and rose through the air like home.

She smiled, “Thank you.” She asked, “What else are you making?” I replied, “I will be making fried corn, red skin mashed potatoes, hot-hot, a tomato and cucumber salad with fresh mozzarella, I have a veggie tray, a cheese tray and dinner rolls.” She smiled, “That’s perfect. What desserts have you made. I took her out to the tables and showed her the cake I had decorated, the blackberry muffins, the blueberry cobbler, the strawberry sauce to go with the ice cream machine, the peach cobbler, and the brownies. I walked her back to the fridge and showed her the peanut butter pies, the watermelons, the strawberry shortcakes, and the key lime pies. She smiled, “Now I know why you were up so late l

I asked breaking from our hug. "Mr. Hollen called me a few days ago and invited me here to cook while you all are here. Now, get out of my kitchen. I've got everything under control. Go and enjoy the beach or the front yard." "I came here because I was hungry." She opened the oven and took out several large trays. She prepared a plate of pineapple chicken, rice and peas, potato salad, macaroni pie and a slice of lasagna. My mouth watered. "Eat dear," she said as she handed me the plate.

The woman skimmed her kitchen all over before approaching Giselle in a friendly manner. “Yes.” Giselle smiled at the woman. At the time, Derek was busing with the preparation, while Giselle went through the menu once again with the woman. Tonight's party was a family gathering, so it was not too fancy, but it should be decent enough. “We will have sweet potato appetizer bites, spinach artichoke dips with chips, succotash gnocchi, sheet-pan pork chop with apples, tuna macaroni salad, chocolate cake.” ***