Potato Chip Quilt Block Novels & Stories

As such, they didn't want to eat the potato pancake and in the end, got him to come down and clean up the mess. He sighed and looked down at the plates on the table. Although the plate was dark, its original outline could be seen... It should be a piece of potato chip. ... So, this little fool forgot how the potato cake was made, so she cut the potato into a chip directly and put it in the pot to fry it? Beau's eyes made Eliza a little embarrassed. She bit her lips and subconsciously picked up the plate. "Forget it, it doesn't look good. I'll throw it away..."

One of them exclaimed, "Is this made from potatoes? It's amazing! I've never tasted anything like it!" The men were all clamoring for the treats Alruna had sent. Skoll held up one of the chips. "Curtis, there are tons of these growing wild in the mountains. They seem easy to make. Maybe we can use this as a supply and help others." The chips were remarkably durable, non-perishable, and easy to transport.

I stood at the stove. The potatoes I was frying up were turning a delicious golden brown as I flipped the cubed pieces around. We were opening a little late today and it gave us the rare opportunity to eat together. Since, it was my turn to cook, I decided on a simple Cubano sandwich with potatoes. Solaris had made horchata earlier so that would be added as well. The plates were already set out on the bar counter and I was finishing up then potatoes before doing a final assembly of the sandwiches.

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.”

“I don’t want it.” He sighs and works the meat off the stick. I try to ignore him and figure out what’s wrong with my sleeping arrangement. How many ways are there to fold a quilt? He nudges my arm again, holding out half of the remaining meat. He’s got the other half in his mouth. I take it. It’s easier than arguing. We stand next to each other, chewing, looking down at my dam’s patchwork quilt that she made out of her dam’s old housecoats and nightgowns.

He chooses one and places it in his mouth. "It's delectable. Is it, in fact, a potato? " He exclaimed. Lian appears to be pleased. That's exactly what she thought. This potato chips would go down well with the people in here. She was about to say something when Aizen and Aries show up “You’re all gathered here?” They sat at the remaining empty seats. “Uhm! Wife thought of a way to sell the potato on the market so we tried to make it” Heizhen points at the potato chips

Rita limped to his right. Because Grandpa Jim liked the shredded potatoes Rita cooked, she went to the kitchen immediately and was ready to make the chili and sour potato for Grandpa Jim. Grandpa Jim and Liam were playing Go on the sofa. Holding a black piece, Grandpa Jim put it on the board and said coldly, "Liam, recently Charlotte has made uproar on the Internet. She admitted her mistake. Have you seen the video?" Liam's hand holding the chess piece slightly shook. "Yes."

"Your house is high-tech." "Yup. Security is a must to protect my baby." He grinned as he fixed his apron and reached the potatoes soaked in the water. He put it on the sink to wash it again. Then, he put it on the fries chopper. He then places the potatoes over the tray with paper wax. He poured olive oil, salt, and pepper. He added sliced pepper bells and cherry tomatoes and put them in the oven. "You are something." She said with a giggle. "Let's put lots of cheese~~"

Charles replied and she slowly walked into the kitchen to see him chopping yellow pepper. “What are you making?" Yasmine asked with a smile. She was amazed at how he's been supporting her these few months since Gemila's absence. No doubt he was going to make a fine daddy. “Potato cake and chorizo." Charles replied immediately, sorely focused on his pepper. “Hmm, that sound yummy. Can't wait to try it." Yasmine smiled walking closer to him. She watched him as he finished cutting the pepper and washed his hands before turning on the electric stove.

“There. That should get things warm.” I’m already warm, I think with a coy smile. I don’t say it because I’m hungrier than anything else—I don’t want to distract him from cooking. Yet. He stacks four russet potatoes on top of a wooden chopping block built into the counter. It’s big enough that once he’s done peeling and chopping the potatoes, he still has room to dice some shallots. Their purple chunks, all perfectly uniform, are scraped to one side. He moves with skill, the definition in his forearms obvious in the overhead lights.