Ritual Pasta Novels & Stories

But instead of simple dishes , the maids returned with an Italian pasta dish , called Carbonara and Grilled Caesar salad . Lana 's expression turned cold even Eva threw a contemptuous glare at Ella . Mia and Grandpa Cable smile stiffened and they looked at Ella with questioning eyes . "I , I asked the kitchen to prepare something that Xander liked , after all Xander had studied in Italy for so long and he loves eating pasta for breakfast. I just wanted , Miss Lana to know of Xander's preferences " When Ella saw that everyone except the King brothers were looking at her , she hurried to explain herself .

I‌ asked,‍ a weird gr‌i⁠n spr‌eading across my fa⁠ce‌. "I am," he said firmly. "A simple pasta. Aglio e olio. It’s ef‌fi‍cient." "‌No," I said, hopping off th‍e counter‌ and wa‍lking over to him. I plucked the box of pasta fro⁠m his hand. "Efficiency is for boardrooms.‍ Tonight, we’re going to be me⁠ssy. We’re going to be ineff⁠icient. W‍e’re going to have... fun."

“And by normal, you mean candlelight, jazz, and a dinner probably cooked by someone named Jacques?” “I made the pasta myself,” he said, mock-offended. “Sure you did.” “I did.” “Oh my God, you’re serious,” she said, laughing. He pulled out a chair for her. “Try it before you judge.” The pasta was incredible. Rich, savory, with just a hint of spice. “Okay, I take it back. I’d marry this pasta.” Adrian smirked. “I’ll allow it. As long as I’m invited to the ceremony.”

PLEASURE Madonna's Pov "Is that Russian food?," I asked before I could stop myself. Oliver barked out a laugh and looked up from the pot of boiling water to glance at me over his shoulder. "No it's not" "It's a rather simple dish, actually. It just sounds fancy." I listened to him as l sat on the one of the stools at the kitchen island to watch him as he cooked. "Garlic, olive oil, parsley and Parmigiano_ reggiano tossed with angel hair pasta.... It's Italian and so simple to cook", He spoke.

All I knew was that it was a pasta dish and he was using all the ingredients I said I liked. I was done before him and decided to plate His food as I waited for Him. I tried my best to make it look presentable and I'd have to admit that this one looked better than the one I made yesterday and I had Kaelric to thank about that. He finished soon after and brought out a plate before settling it in front of me. “I made you something simple today. This is called Pesto Pasta. I couldn't add all the ingredients you said you like but most of them are in there” He stated and I raised my eyebrows? Today? What did he mean by today?

It was intimate, real, and theirs. “Pasta, olive oil, peaches,” Isabel murmured, pulling a neatly folded list from her pocket. It was a ritual. “And Sofia needs more of the gentle soap.” Alessandro gave a short, acknowledging nod, his gaze already scanning the aisles with a strategist’s efficiency, albeit for far simpler spoils. “You get the soap and fruit. I’ll find the oil and pasta. Meet at the bread.”

Then I pointed to the second dish. “This is called Gricia. When I was younger, the cured pork cheek used to melt on my tongue, the salty, savoury flavour making my mouth water.” I smile at her. “Then the last one, Rigatoni con la Pajata. The most unusual dish of the three, yet it is oddly satisfying, its bold taste lingering long after you swallow. You should try it out.” I watch Jade as she tries them out one after the other, savouring each bite. She looks up at me, her eyes shining with excitement and satisfaction. “They taste so nice and delicious.”

"Three days." "Tell me something else," I said. "Not about Daniel or the ceremony." "What then." "Anything." I looked at him. "You pick." He was quiet for a moment. "I found a recipe Monday," he said. "For what." "Pasta. Fresh pasta, different from January's attempt. A filled one." "Filled with what." "Ricotta and something. I haven't decided anything yet." "Herbs." "Possibly. Or something sharper." He paused. "I want to balance the ricotta."

She pops five more into her mouth, moaning. "And this?" She asked, pointing at a slice of pastitsio. "It's pastitsio, a baked pasta dish made with ground beef and béchamel sauce." She immediately scarfs down the slice, her eating habits would be bizarre if I didn't find it so arousing. I love it when my woman isn't shy to eat, I never liked those women who preferred to eat salads over what they truly wanted.

Martina was in her element, running everything with that gentle authority only Valentian grandmothers seemed to possess. "Today we're making pappardelle with meat sauce," she announced. "From scratch. Fresh pasta. Traditional sauce. The way my grandma taught me." Laura and Darius were completely absorbed, their hands literally in the dough, laughing as Martina corrected them gently. I stayed in the corner, taking photos and videos for content, making sure we captured the best angles. Nick had stayed on as Martina's assistant, bringing ingredients, wiping down counters, basically being the perfect helper.