Pure Vanilla And Custard Cookie Novels & Stories

My likeness of her was long gone and I had no idea why. "We have so many flavors available today. We have the Vanilla Flavor, Chocolate Flavor, Strawberry Flavor, Butterscotch Flavor, Cake Batter Flavor, Chocolate Chip Flavor, Coffee Flavor, Rocky Road Flavor,Cookies and Cream Flavor, Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Flavor, Black Raspberry Chip flavor, Mint Chocolate Chip Flavor and the Raspberry Ripple." She read from the computer in front of her and then released a sigh when she was done. She looked back up her very well practiced smile gracing her lips yet again.

He tells her. She lets out a squeal and does a little dance in her seat. I call it her happy food dance. I look around, and everyone is smiling at her. There is a sealed dish on her tray with something in it. She squeals again when she opens it. There are four large cookies with some type of cream in the middle. Nate asks Ms Amy what they are. I know for a fact that Ms Amy has just made a new best friend. The cookies themselves are chocolate mocha with raspberry almond cream filling. She pops the top back on and starts eating. I hear a growl, and we look over. Tyler is trying to get himself a cookie.

“Chocolate Chip Cookies. They have chips flavored in three kinds of chocolate, vanilla, peanut butter, and butterscotch.” She pulled a cookie from the folds of a napkin arranged to keep them warm. “They’re for the person who can’t make up her mind.” Mackenzie studied the cookie as Judi placed it in her hand. “Too bad you can’t do the same thing with men… bake them all into a single cookie, so you don’t have to pick just one.” With her eyes wide, Mackenzie stared at the older woman. “I don’t have any men to pick from.” Judi tucked a stray curl back into her scarf.

Demetrius sighed looking down, but I saw him grin slyly. "Okay, Okay I'll help" I gave up and helped him clean up his mess of cookie dough. Taking off my shoes, I washed my hands and Ben's hands. I preheated the oven to 350° degrees, and I started on the cookie dough. After I creamed the butter, white sugar and brown sugar. I beat in the eggs and then add the vanilla for that rich flavour and smell. I then add the dry ingredients, and lastly some chocolate. Demetrius stood behind Bentley as he helped him mix the dough, which Ben ended up eating.

Hailey sighed knowing there was no use arguing with Natalie. She really wanted to have some cookies though. She and Dawn had been craving it for a while now and they were even going to try new crazy stuff like eating the cookies with melted chocolate mixed with condensed milk. It was a crazy combination that would probably make them have stomach aches but they were willing to risk it.

By the time we finished baking, we had different cookie flavors cooling on the rakes, scones, Apple and meat pies, and my Drakes favorite vanilla cake. Pleased with the outcome I could not wait for Drake, his betas, and the youths in the pack house to return and enjoy the pastry bounty we made.

Lava cakes resting in ramekins. Shortbread cookies dusted lightly with powdered sugar. Caramel tarts glossy and rich. Ava stared at our station. “That’s illegal.” Alaric folded his arms calmly. “We followed instructions.” “You made a whole menu!” “We are efficient.” Malik tasted one of our shortbread cookies. His eyes widened. “Okay, that’s unfair.” Zendaya sliced into her red velvet cake. Perfect crumb. Denise presented her éclairs with quiet pride. My dad placed his cake at the center.

“I just have to walk within smelling distance of a pastry, and I put on a kilo. It is so not fair.” “I like the kilos, more to grip whilst I f-k you,” Raven leered, selecting the vanilla slice, and dividing it in half. He transferred half onto the plate next to the apricot Danish, and half the apricot Danish onto his plate before taking up a forkful of custard. “Can I tempt you, Temptation?” He offered the fork to her.

It was a shame to just throw them out since they weren't cheap, but Stella didn't have anywhere to put them. So, Felicity plucked the petals, washed them, and turned them into cookies and tarts. She even sealed each of her creations into individual packaging to preserve them longer. The two of them would then eat them as a snack when they were watching shows together. Since Vermont lived across the hall, there were only a few cookies left. Stella handed Keegan a rose custard-filled tart and said, "Here. Try it." Keegan unwrapped the pastry and took a bite. The pastry was light, and the rose enhanced the taste of the custard. The tart was not too sweet and the flavors burst in his mouth.

"You’re seriously not going to share those?" Sofia asked, her blue eyes—the exact shade of Lucas’s—darting between me and the tray. I couldn't help but laugh, waving her forward. "Knock yourself out." "Unreal. These are legendary." She didn't even wait for a plate, swiping at her chin as a stray chocolate-coated oat threatened to drop. Watching the two sisters attack the cookies like they were a starving pack made something in my chest loosen. "Glad you like them. I go heavy on the peanut butter and vanilla, but I cut back on the milk to keep them thick."