Pop Potatoes Black Clover Novels & Stories

The women swallowed their laughter again. Even though I couldn’t work as fast as them, the three of us finished the mountain of potatoes in under an hour. Heather had already finished the carrots and two baskets of squashes. Primrose and I cleaned the table while Heather and Rose fetched pots full of water. We diced everything, and as we filled the pots, Heather and Rose took them away to bring more. If I’d learned my numbers right, we filled a dozen pots. “This is just for lunch?” I asked. “It’s part of one of the lunch dishes,” Heather replied.

I say, hoping he’ll catch on. He looks at me for a moment before reaching out to kiss my forehead. “I don’t know that I’ve ever been prouder of my pack members.” He says, walking into the kitchen. “Tell me, what do we have here?” He asks, pointing to some food preparation. An omega looks at me and I nod encouragingly at her. “Well, Alpha, we have a lot of potatoes that were harvested recently. For lunch we made homemade potato chips and for dinner, we’re going to make roasted rosemary potatoes with rosemary from our garden.”

she said, pointing over to the stand of potatoes. “Okay, and what will you eat it with?” Kael asked, closing the fridge and walking over to the section she was pointing at. “Fries,” she whispered. “Yes, and…?” Kael asked, picking out ten healthy potatoes. “Ketchup,” Liora whispered. She had not had the opportunity to taste it yet. Selene had always bragged about how amazing it tasted, and for the first time, she wanted to try. “Okay, it will be done soon.”

I didn't mind, but I was ready to finally plan a shopping trip with Cleo or even a day just driving around outside of pack territory. The potatoes still had seventeen minutes left to bake, so I decided to chop up some lettuce I gathered from the pack garden. I also got some tomatoes and kale from there. Christine said that kale was good for your immune system and that for how much I've been training, I should start eating it.

Ethan’s expression changed immediately. After finishing one piece, he made a decision almost instantly. “Clar.” “I misunderstood you just now.” “Where did you find this?” “Is there a lot?” His tone became urgent. “If there’s enough…” “We won’t have to worry about the cold season.” Clar nodded. “The leaves are oval-shaped.” “There are small yellow bulbs on it.” “They’re called yam bulbs, and they’re edible too.” “What we’re eating now is the root.” She thought for a moment.

A cough slices through the air. We pull apart. Perseus laughs. I replay the sound over and over in my mind. I love his laugh. Our interrupter is a chubby chef holding a spatula. “Sorry to interrupt, but you can get back to baby-making after you try my bloodroot stew.” “And what is bloodroot stew?” Perseus asks. “Oh, it’s a thick, hearty dish with potatoes, red beans, beetroot, wild mushrooms, and chunks of spiced venison,” I explain, catching my breath.

Cammy's POV I cut the last potato into wedges and added it to the water-filled pot and placed it on the stove and turned up the heat. I went to the fridge and pulled out the package of fresh spinach and turned on the tap to rinse the vegetable before pulling the leaves off the stem and dumping half into another pot. I was cooking for us tonight. Fried potatoes, creamed spinach and steak. One of my favorite meals.

I say, hoping he’ll catch on. He looks at me for a moment before reaching out to kiss my forehead. “I don’t know that I’ve ever been prouder of my pack members.” He says, walking into the kitchen. “Tell me, what do we have here?” He asks, pointing to some food preparation. An omega looks at me and I nod encouragingly at her. “Well, Alpha, we have a lot of potatoes that were harvested recently. For lunch we made homemade potato chips and for dinner, we’re going to make roasted rosemary potatoes with rosemary from our garden.”

“She was ready.” “She was ready to braid dandelions, not UNLEASH A STORM THAT KILLED BREAKFAST.” “Breakfast isn’t dead,” whispered Potato, peeking from behind a log. “It’s just... airborne.” Clarence arrived then—of course—in a cloak made of windproof silk. Her heels dug into the dirt as she stared at the flying wheat with horror. “Oh no. No, no, no. Flying grains mean flying gluten. Do you know what this will do to my skin?”

Their roots have furrowed over to the potatoes, and I immediately know this is the source of the poisoning. “Alpha, these are belladonna plants. They have infested the closest crop, which smells to be potatoes and only the potatoes. The positive thing is you don’t seem have anyone with evil intentions; however, we do have a possible pack-wide potato contamination issue. When were the potatoes harvested?” “Yesterday.” He says with a frown.