Poo Poo Platter Novels & Stories

Parker paid their affirmation and to begin with took her to the nourishment court, which was as loud as a center school cafeteria. He requested two hot pooches and a couple soft drinks at that point carried them to a basic table in the corner, scarcely enormous sufficient to fit the lunch plate. Isadora smiled as he poured the soft drinks into paper glasses full of ice. “Not what you had in mind?” he asked. “Not at all, but by one means or another way better than anything I imagined.” “Wait…” He inclined over the brick divider where an indoor cultivate bed developed marigolds and culled a bloom. He popped it into the purge pop can and put it in the center of the table between their paper pla

Settling back into the comfortable chair, he eagerly unwrapped the meal, revealing a culinary masterpiece. The dish, aptly named "Succulent Symphony," featured a canvas of tender, seared filet mignon adorned with a rich truffle sauce. Accompanying the main course were vibrant roasted vegetables, their colors a feast for the eyes, and a medley of aromatic herbs delicately seasoned the dish. The plating itself was a work of art, showcasing the chef's meticulous attention to detail.

I questioned her taking place on counter stool beside her but she simple shrugged her shoulder “I usually eat on couch but since you was sleeping there I thought of eating on counter she said and handed me a empty plate, I turned my neck and saw she was having lots of expensive furniture but not a dining table “Why don’t buy a proper dining able to eat as human?” I mocked her as she filled my plate with one warm buttery seasoned Aloo (Potato) stuffed paratha (Indian bread)

I stutter disbelieving. "Yeah," Viktor chuckles. "It's the VIP lounge." "With the complements of our airlines," another stewardess nods at the door and pushes a small metal cart further inside. "What's this?" I ask as my hungry stomach growls. I smell something baked, something cheesy and something sweet. "Plateaus," the stewardess nods again. "Thank you for using 'Limitless'." "Viktor, this is incredible!" I squeak and lift one of the metal covers only to discover a huge dish with small bites of cheese.

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.

Third person pov “Honestly, Auntie Anna outdid herself with this breakfast platter,” Ava said, staring down at the table with a smile that had slowly grown wider the longer she looked at it. Eli nodded enthusiastically, already halfway through his dinosaur-shaped pancake. “Obviously. Like, a lot of consideration went into this.” Ava laughed. “Consideration?” “Yes. Look at it.” He pointed his fork toward the different plates as though he were presenting evidence in court. “There’s a T-rex. There’s a triceratops. There are stars. There’s a whole solar system. She even made the fruits look like planets.”

And also I'm excellent in cooking. I made some indian breakfast, like poha (flattened rice that is steamed cook with onion, Tomatoes, spices and herbs), sprouts, potato stuffed flatbread ( aloo paratha) with sweet curd, ginger tea and coffee. For everyone, and after completing I put all dishes on the dining table with the help of maids. And soon everyone joins. "Uhhh anshu you make best poha.... I love it." Said bhai (brother) and eating like there is no tomorrow.

“I was wondering whether a couple of platters would be a good idea?” “Sounds great,” I say, and so when the waitress comes up, the guys order the platters, which come with ribs, corn on the cob, onion rings, and fries that I call “curly pommes de terre,” which earns me a puzzled smile from Kip. We chat while we wait for the food to appear, then exclaim when the platters arrive at the table piled high, with several dishes of barbecue sauce for dipping. “I love ribs,” I state. “I have a curious appetite.” Kip glances at me, and I smirk at my private joke. “They’re not exactly the perfect food for a date,” I scold him.

A large fried fish with soft white meat surrounded by light yellowish soup topped with fried onions and garlic was placed next. Asha laid a platter of green leafy vegetables formed in a circle with golden brown ground fish meat as garnishing. Next, Ronjon brought a well-shaped Bapa Pitha arranged like dominoes and colorful flower-shaped sweets on a plate. Last, two enormous platters of rice to complete the set.

he said at last, his voice low again. Aurelia gave a small nod, though the heat in her chest had not fully faded. “Oh right, where’s the pudding? I want to try it,” Gian said, trying to lighten the atmosphere. Aurelia clicked her tongue softly but still got up from the chair. She walked lightly toward the kitchen and soon returned carrying a large glass plate decorated with fruit patterns. On it were three pieces of pudding in different shades of yellow: bright yellow for the sweet mango flavor, a paler yellow with a fresh aroma for the sour one, and a slightly dull golden yellow topped with a thin layer of cheese.