Salad Days Novels & Stories

“And for you, let me guess; ham and egg, no potato, extra cheese?” “Do you want a second guess?” she responded slyly. Lucas shook his head with his cheeks full like a chipmunk. “Well, I like to change things up a bit sometimes. I got sausage, egg, and ham, light potato and extra cheese.” She took a rather large bite. “That was going to be my second guess.” he said with his mouth still half full. “Eat faster though, we need to get going.” “Why are you in such a rush? We’re not even meeting Oliver ‘till 10:00. We have all morning. Enjoy your food.”

Chapter Nine Day Three Thursday. The next day, Bisola woke up reluctantly to the jingling of the alarm beside her. Bisola opened her eyes first, and then she rubbed her with her backhand, last night was too awesome for her, she and Tolani her friend scout every clothing store in the city, they are not necessarily buying everything, but they just wish to share more time together, both understand that, they might not have the time to share together like this in the future.

There is a salad with cucumbers, tomatoes and white onion with fish sauce. Coffee is ready for us because we have coffee in the morning. I sat in the chair next to Mommy and spooned fried rice, sunny side up and longganisa. I put some salad in a small bowl and set it aside on my plate. "If you're in a hurry, hija, then go ahead and eat." Mommy said to me. On Saturdays like this, Daddy and Mommy stay at the dining table for a long time because they are also talking about things there, so on Saturdays we don't have a housekeeper because they want us to be free to move around the house for two days.

"Anything interesting in the news today?" I switched off the television and leaned back into him. "Nothing important," I said. "Just things that don't matter." The holidays were approaching. Inside, the house was warm, filled with the comforting smell of food. Outside, snow fell quietly, and the evergreens in the yard stood tall against the cold wind. It felt like the coming year would be a good one.

Sage’s POV “The salad is ready!” Kehlani yells out for everyone to gather for dinner. I stand next to her, placing the flowers I picked with Corbin a day ago. The red petals cut through the lush green of the salad and looks pretty in contrast with the almonds and feta cheese that’s also in it.

It felt like the beginning of something special. Cain carefully unpacked the requested chicken salad, revealing a colorful medley of ingredients that immediately tantalized my senses. The fragrant blend of tender chicken, crisp apples, and tart cranberries created an inviting aroma that mingled with the sweetness of a light dressing. I had encountered a similar dish before, but this particular salad was extraordinary—the flavors danced on my palate, each bite a delightful balance of sweet and savory that left me wanting more.

He reached back in and brought out a box which he opened for me to see the largest, juiciest, most decadent chocolate-covered strawberries a girl could imagine. Thinking back on that day, it really ought to have been the best day ever. But there were so many more days to come—word of advice: never sell yourself short on your best day ever. Keep looking for that next best day and living for the future rather than reliving the past as your only good day. I still had a wedding to plan for and a whole life with this adorable, loving, romantic man.

KASWAL siyang napatingin sa babaeng nakaupo sa high stool na nasa katapat niyang kitchen Island. Nakatitig ito sa kanya habang nakapangalumbaba at bahagyang ngumiti nang magtama ang mga mata nila. Kasalukuyan kasi niyang hinihimay ang lettuce na gagamitin para sa salad mamayang dinner dahil nakaugalian na niyang tulungan ang mama niya sa tuwing gusto nitong magluto.

She fixed her salad and sat down at the table next to him. Salad. Herba salata. You like salted vegetables? Rabbit food. Yech. She snorted and nearly choked when he said 'rabbit food'. She knew there was no way he could have known that salads were now commonly referred to as rabbit food by those who were on diets and didn't want to be. She actually liked salads, so she rarely called them that. "Yes, love. I do like this stuff. I normally don't refer to it as rabbit food, but I know other people who do. That was funny."

÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷ Ramon drives me to a lavish restaurant to have lunch. It was a tiresome day in court, for him and for me. Mostly for him. Laying out facts and figures to prove I didn't have anything to do with the explosion of the house. He said he was my alibi and the night the burning of the house took place, I was not in town. So having lunch after all that is our way to sort of relax and escape reality for a moment. I order for some chips with a lot of salt and vinegar. I'm literally drooling and I have this weird craving.