Poo Poo Platter Novels & Stories

Chapter 7 After that crying session in the kitchen with them, we have also started cooking and preparing what we will be going to eat later while we are already watching a movie. There are already six medium sizes of stainless trays on the marble countertop that we will be using right after we finished cooking and preparing the popcorn, french fries, nachos, besuto prawn crackers, and homemade pork siomai and pizza.

" If you want I can help you in serving" "No need, I mean I can manage " " Hmmm ok " Arohi serve the poha on two plates, she took some green chillies, cut them into tiny pieces and mix them on one plate Then she decorated both the plates with coriander leaves. She places the chilli filled poha in front of ronn who was already on cloud nine as it was the first time he is eating something made by his angel.

So, she asked, “Who is poo?” Lisa rolled her eyes at her mother as they entered the car, while Liam laughed hard. Laura wondered what she had gotten wrong this time around. As the driver drove out of the compound, Lisa brought out her latest cartoon character, Teddy, and said, “He is Poo Mom, the Panda." “Oh, right, that’s Poo,” Laura replied with a roll of her own eyes, one of the many things her daughter learned from her. In no time, they were at the airport, and after going through the necessary process, they were admitted on board the airplane.

They looked noble and extraordinary. There was also a long fruit platter in the shape of a barge. It was one and a half feet long, filled with all kinds of imported fruits cut into beautiful shapes. There was also a harvest of dried fruits decorating the platter. Yvonne and the other ladies were impressed. Elio was definitely more than just a cowardly lout. He must have seen and experienced many things. If he was only pretending to be a rich young master, how could his act be so convincing?!

He moved behind the bar and shifted things around. She decided to let go of her worries and grabbed one of the wooden dolls, setting it up on a stand and then sorting through the outfits. She managed to distract herself from her hunger and her cramps. Ooh, this outfit was so cute! “Baby girl, here is your snack. I want your water all gone within the next thirty minutes.” She glanced over to see he had a sloth plate filled with cut-up vegetables and pieces of fruit. There was ranch dressing for dipping and pieces of cheese with crackers. And some chocolate! Yum. As well as a sippy cup with a sloth on it.

"Oh, you're here. Have a seat." Violet, Jasmine, and Rose were settled into their chairs. Peony carefully arranged broccoli and chicken parmesan pasta on a platter in front of them and filled each glass with juice. She gave them all forehead kisses. "Is there poison in it?" I asked idly, glancing at the glistening pasta tantalizingly beckoning anyone to eat immediately. She flashed a mischievous smile. "Yes." "Then, I gladly taste it." It only took one bite.

She lifted the lid and her eyes were wide with happiness. The plate contains different dishes starting from rice, chicken curry, chicken korma, chapatti(bread), paneer, dal, mixed vegetables, and kheer (a dish made of milk and rice). But suddenly she started making weird faces as if she was seeing some rotten food. She picked up something from the bowl with her thumb and index finger as she held it in the air. "What is this? " She asked. "I guess it is bean and carrot, " I examined properly. But why was she holding as if a cockroach was between her fingers? And soon I got the answer.

Venus looked at Virzash, and the baby boy only shrugged before eating. The plates of Venus and the others are the same; a large piece of roast beef, five sticks of asparagus (burnt), several pieces of fresh lettuce, sliced ​​tomatoes (which Venus doesn't like), a lump of boiled corn, a bunch of peas and a lump of stir-fried vegetables (Venus suspected it was some kind of water spinach or kangkong). On the plate there is a small saucer filled with spicy chili sauce that immediately pleases Venus. Another plate of white bread was placed in the middle, along with five glasses of milk. One more plate contains green-colored coconut milk pudding, along with small forks to stab it, and the most rec

On the tray in front of her were two pieces of leftover toast, a small bowl of fruit purée she’d barely touched, and a white plastic spoon that had apparently just been rejected on principle. Salma sat on the sofa, folding one of Poppy’s tiny cardigans while watching all this with the expression of a woman who had spent far too long around Belskys to be surprised anymore. “What now?” I asked. Poppy held up the spoon between two fingers, her face full of personal disgust. “This is a sad spoon.” I stopped at the bedside. “Excuse me?” “Look at the shape.” She pointed at it seriously. “It’s flat. It has no spirit. I want a spoon that’s... uplifting.”

She said, filling some containers with water and placing the plants inside. He saw Aadesh was also gaping at her "What happened? There is no kitchen garden? No worries! I will make one" she smiled at them and picked up a plate from the cardboard box. Armaan looked again and saw it was not a normal plate. It has numerous small depressions and a handle in the middle "Who eats on a plate like this??" Armaan asked "This is not to eat. This is to cook idlis" she said "But idlis are larger than this" Aadesh pointed out