Pineapple Casserole Recipes Novels & Stories

She had spent her morning in Paddy’s room, and the sorrow of seeing the inert body connected to the tubes, lying helplessly on the hospital bed, all but killed her. But she had outdone herself and made sure that all of Claude’s favourite dishes were served. The country-fried steaks were crumbly and done the way he loved them best, dusted with light spices, which was followed by the sweet potato turkey meatballs and of course, the family favourite macaroni and cheese. But being a person who preferred vegetarian fare, Proserpina had also prepared the Thai dish, Pineapple fried rice and crispy fried veggies in a batter which was her secret recipe. She was fond of saying that it was the best way

If there was anything - anything at all -that could give them away, she had the awful feeling he’d find it. As the dinner progressed, she racked her mind for any incriminating evidence he might stumble upon, but she could think of nothing. All the paperwork to do with the Special Project was kept on Molokai. After the nutted veal steaks, the dessert trolleys were wheeled in, amid murmurs of appreciation. As well as the traditional haupia, a very popular coconut pudding, there was sugar-crumb nut coffee cake, plantation frost, lilikoi (or passion fruit), kahuku water melon and lichi fruit salad, and basque nut biscuits.

The cup of piña colada flooded my taste buds with its creamy blend of pineapple and coconut, transporting me to a paradise of flavours. Lottie sipped her drink and then leaned closer, "Are you ready for the pupu platter?" She asked, signalling for our waiter to come to take our orders. I nodded, placing down my drink. She smiled and then explained what the pupu platter consisted of. "The pupu platter is a popular Hawaiian appetizer that features an assortment of delectable small bites," Lottie explained. "It typically includes a variety of grilled seafood, such as shrimp, scallops, and calamari, along with flavorful meat skewers and mouthwatering vegetable fritters. It's the perfect way to e

Beneath the rice, he arranged a fresh salad with plantain pieces and two succulent pieces of turkeys. For dessert, Phoenix served a creamy banana and pineapple smoothie in a transparent glass cup with a dome cover. A slice of ripe banana and fresh pineapple adorned the top. As Phoenix prepared to serve the feast, Astrid eagerly joined him, helping to arrange the dishes on the dining table. At the center of the table, three gleaming domes took their place, flanked by two refreshing smoothies and a glass jar for refills. A selection of wines and chilled bottles of water completed the ensemble. Astrid and Phoenix took their seats beside each other.

Then he disciplined himself to go back to the study. She spent the afternoon working on some needlepoint, running on the trampoline and organizing a casserole of baked pork chops with canned tomatoes, peas and rice that was a no-fail recipe of any mother's and guaranteed to please the heart of any man. She combined the liquid from the tomatoes with onions, mustard and bit of Worcestershire sauce, and poured it over the meat, vegetables, and rice before she put it to bake. "She scraped the rhubarb out of the remainder of the unsatisfied pie shell, put it in bowls to be topped with whipped cream after it cooled in the refrigerator. Luke had scored pointed with kindness over the pie.

Milli smiled as she unboxed the one she made for Aunt Elizabeth and wrote her aunt’s name on the card with a description. “Gracious, Milli! It’s beautiful.” Gramma Dorine gushed. “And I bet it tastes wonderful.” Milli beamed at the praise. She had been doing cakes since she was seventeen and, yet she still felt a thrill when someone complimented one of her cakes, no matter how simple it was. “Just a little something I whipped up this morning. Coconut spiced rum sponge with a pineapple filling.” “A Pina Colada cake, how clever,” Dorine complimented as Elizabeth smiled.

I said, and take another bite. She pulls out a sharpie and circles the cake on the laminated menu. I watch her stand and walk over to the table. She brings back six plates and I now have three cakes to sample. “Here we have the coconut cake with chocolate mousse and white cream, the classic vanilla cake with passion fruit curd and passion fruit cream, and the toasted almond cake with chocolate mousse and crushed raspberry cream.” “Ooh,” I say, and my eyes widen like saucers.

The ingredients were simple, but the scent was exactly what I had longed for most as a child. Suddenly, I felt a wave of nostalgia. I handed over my bowl as well, and Dwyn began ladling out soup for everyone. “My dish is apple and cucumber salad—my all-time favorite! I ran a long way just to buy the ingredients for this!” Goselle held her plate and walked around, making sure everyone tasted her specialty. Yvonne said, “Mine is pineapple chicken. Like Goselle’s, it’s sweet and sour. My cooking skills aren’t great—please don’t laugh.”

Rich, fruity ones loaded with sugar and topped with melting butter. Retrieving one of Juliet’s cookbooks from the pantry, I flip through recipes as I wait for the coffee. Banana nut? No bananas in the house. I could do apple muffins. Or peach. Or blueberry with preserves from the cellar. Turning the page, a recipe for pineapple carrot muffins catches my eye. Those sound good, I think, wandering into the pantry to see if fortune favors me and there’s a can of crushed pineapple there.

I smirked at him and didn’t answer, reaching for a bowl of fruit. I sliced up mangos, apples, bananas and placed chunks of pineapple on a platter. I pulled the bubbling caramel off from the heat and dipped the bottom of the pan in cool water I had drawn up into the sink. When it cooled a little, I swirled it over the top of the fruit and then sprinkled all of it with pecans and chocolate chips. I dropped the pan into the dishwasher and James scooped up the peels and seeds and put them to be composted.