Pineapple Cupcakes Novels & Stories

Amai mono ga areba, hoippukurīmu, batā, mēpurushiroppu o soeta kurashikkuna pankēki o tamesu koto ga dekimasu. “ナッツとキャラメリゼしたバナナをトッピングしたキャラメリゼしたバナナのパンケーキ。キウイ、オレンジ、イチゴ、ブルーベリーなどの新鮮なフルーツと、クレームアングレーズのサイドとチョコレートソースの小雨が入ったミックスフルーツとチョコレートパンケーキ。または、クリーミーなココナッツカスタードがあり、カリカリのクルミをまぶしてカリカリに仕上げたココナッツカスタードパンケーキ。”

Amai mono ga areba, hoippukurīmu, batā, mēpurushiroppu o soeta kurashikkuna pankēki o tamesu koto ga dekimasu. “ナッツとキャラメリゼしたバナナをトッピングしたキャラメリゼしたバナナのパンケーキ。キウイ、オレンジ、イチゴ、ブルーベリーなどの新鮮なフルーツと、クレームアングレーズのサイドとチョコレートソースの小雨が入ったミックスフルーツとチョコレートパンケーキ。または、クリーミーなココナッツカスタードがあり、カリカリのクルミをまぶしてカリカリに仕上げたココナッツカスタードパンケーキ。”

Opening it, the smell invaded my nostrils. The mouthwatering effect blurred my senses from any distraction, leaving me focused on the cupcakes. His banana recipe. Goodness, this was probably a bribe. But I would accept it regardless. He stretched out and I snatched the box. I sniffed the box and looked heavenward. My brain turned like it had received some reward and my stomach fluttered with butterflies. Scratch that, the scent was heavenly. He had added a touch of cinnamon powder in the sugar coating. He must have realised I loved the flavour.

She just didn’t want to give him any more comedic material. Once she reached the dessert table, all annoyance melted like butter. She stared at the cupcakes as if they were old lovers welcoming her back. Dreamland, she sighed. One particular cupcake stopped her in her tracks—a golden beauty nestled on a silver platter, its fluffy top crowned with a glistening slice of glazed pineapple and a single glossy cherry, like a tiny tropical crown. A neat little label sat in front of it: Pineapple Malibu. Her eyes lit up. Ooh, tropical vibes. Let’s do this.

“They’re perfect. Just like you.” “I’m glad you like them. I burned the first batch.” I grab the tray while Anya makes coffee, and before I set the cupcakes down on the coffee table, I pop another one into my mouth. I look at my mother. “I missed your honey cake with pineapple.” “I’ll make one as soon as I’ve unpacked.” Anya comes into the living room and places the tray down beside the cupcakes. “Help yourselves. I didn’t add sugar and cream.” Mama pats the cushion beside her. “Come sit.”

I angled the cupcake to the side, bit into the moist spongy cake. Flavors exploded on my tongue. I hadn't even known that cinnamon cupcakes were a thing, but I was going to start buying them by the fucking truckload. The sweetest hint of vanilla merged with the spice as I took another bite. Leaning back in my chair, I cracked my knee against the edge of the drawer. "Fuck!" I rubbed the sore spot. A thought slid through my mind. As it landed, I felt sick to my stomach. The delicious treat soured immediately.

What I mean is we will have to delay our marriage plans a little longer. She sighed, ''I understand if you have work...'' With that said, she picked up the exquisite white box before opening it, ''These are so cute and they also look delicious...'' She glanced at the three chocolate cupcakes in the box, marvelling at how adorable they were, ''Especially this little cupcake...where did you get such cute stuff from?" Mo Yuhan stood up before sitting beside her as he glanced at the three cupcakes in the box. One large, one medium and the other tiny.

replied Frost. He had this idea in mind, but he knew how important the meatballs were to Bianca. "Of course, after all, Grandpa is my biggest client ever!" Bianca mischievously smiled. Frost knew she was comforting herself, and he was touched, but his face remained calm as he picked up a small cake and placed it in front of Bianca. This small cake that three people could finish. The cake was made with Italian tapioca, and topped with Irish cream and mandarin orange zest. The orange zest looked like crystal clear caviar grains, but it tasted like honeydew.

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.

The cook opened the food and what I saw made my tummy bounce in excitement. There was golden Phoenix cupcakes in one plate, a steamy paella on another, bacon, eggs, cheese eggo, sweet potato parmesan tater and fried Nutella. There were pineapples and watermelon in cubes on another and juices. My tummy started making its sounds again. "I think we should eat now" Flynn broke the silence. He started feeding Ava while I dashed in my food. I ate as if I was the most hungriest person on Earth. He didn't eat much but he just kept stealing glances at me. I glared at him as soon as I caught him stealing glances at me.