Ritual Pasta Novels & Stories

"I'm telling you, even though this drama only has a rating of 2.5 stars, it's incredibly melodramatic. The main characters constantly show affection. It's so damn good!" Larissa listened in silence, thinking that Dylan was genuinely passionate about the drama. Rio looked at the pasta on his plate, then at Larissa's and Rachel's, and cried out loudly, "Caspian, you're too biased! Why is my pasta so plain? Their pasta is covered in truffles and caviar." Indeed, Rio's pasta had a meager topping of tomato sauce, looking rather unimpressive. On the contrary, Larissa's and Rachel's pasta boasted a lavish layer of truffles and caviar.

He prepared the pasta and mixed both of them in a bowl. Raeleigh fixed her eyes on the pasta but she didn't move. He then handed the bowl to her. "Try it." Raeleigh served herself a bowl of pasta. She then turned around and sat down. She was entirely focused on her meal. It really was tastier than the ones she could buy outside. This was as good as something a five-star hotel chef would make. Raeleigh considered breaking up with Jepherson while she ate. Should she come up with a plan or should she just ignore him?

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.

Time went on as Greta told Cheyenne the secrets of her infamous pasta and exactly how much of everything to add into it. “This spice gives the noodles a bit of a twang. Flavor.” “And the tomatoes are just for decorating.” “You have to make the pasta look edible, dear.” Cheyenne chuckled and put the noodles on a plate, put the mixed sauce over it then decorated the plate and noodles with tomatoes. “It doesn’t look bad.” Cheyenne smiled. Greta nodded in agreement smiling just as much as Cheyenne. “Now eat it.” Cheyenne looked at Greta and smiled, pulling a drawer open for a fork and picking a tomato, swirling the noodles around the fork and eating it.

Leigh’s POV It all started with taking my favorite pasta. That was too harsh to start, considering how much I love pasta. And to think this particular bowl was way different? A whole combination of spaghetti diavola, everything was in extra, including the spices and cheese, then properly extra spice, garnished with betrayal.

he smirked, pouring himself a glass of water. “No alcohol for you too?” She teased Julian paused, a thoughtful smile on his face. “If you can't drink, then I won't. We're in this together” Adele blinked. Together. But for how long? The pasta was rich and velvety, laced with garlic and white wine. The shrimps were seared to golden perfection, tender with just the right kick of spice. Every detail, down to the freshly torn basil and toasted garlic bread, told her one thing.

"I heard there was a farewell dinner. I just had to come and say goodbye to Lyra." I noticed she deliberately sat next to Kaelen—the seat traditionally reserved for the Luna. Even more ridiculous, Kaelen didn't stop her. The waiters started bringing out the food: roasted fire-beast meat, honey-glazed berries, roasted root vegetables… all heavy meats and sweet dishes. Not a single thing I liked. "Try this," Kaelen said, putting a fire-beast rib on my plate. "Seraphina said you'd definitely love this." I looked at the greasy piece of meat on my plate and almost laughed. Because of my unique bloodline, I'd always preferred vegetarian food and light fish dishes. He used to know that.