Strawberry Shortcake Berry Bitty Adventures Lemon Meringue นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The thing that Baby dislikes the most, but must be felt because it's the boss's absolute rule. "Guys, the day after tomorrow Leo will be back at work. Do we have a simple welcoming party for him as planned?" Temmy answered. "Of course, we must." Betta prepared to go home then said something on behalf of her twin sister. "We'll make a delicious strawberry cake." The sweet woman said giving information. Adam, James, Temmy and Baby seemed happy about it. They imagine eating the delicious strawberry cake made by the twins. When chatting suddenly the doorbell rang.

Tamara said while passing me a pair of gloves then taking out a pair for herself "this long row is obviusly ice cream we got chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, birthday cake, cookies and cream, cookie dough, mint chocolate chip, butter peacan, pistachio and cotton candy" Tamara said while going down the line and pointing at each flavor I looked as she pointed trying my best to memeorize at least one or two flavors "don't worry you'll get it, it took me a month to memorize where each flavor is" Sydney said

I shrugged. Ruby passed me the metal corkscrew from the draw. “White, please.” “Cool, never seen one like this before.” I admired the Mickey Mouse ears at the top. It had a cutout section to open beer bottles. I thought it was quirky. Ruby opened a top cupboard and took something out. It was a round metal tin that had pictures of cupcakes on it. She removed the lid and held it out. “Well, if you want a snack while we wait for dinner to cook, I’ve baked some strawberry shortbread. It’s about all I know how to make. Do you want some?” Ruby offered.

I stood off to the side and continued to watch the chaos ensue. Each of them got a cake and rushed off with their prize like a couple of children. I stood there trying not to laugh as I shook my head. Briar walked up to me with his cake and took a bite. His eyes closed and he hummed at what he was eating. I could see the happiness written all over his face because of what he was tasting. “So what is that?” I asked. “A huckleberry swirl. It's a potato flapjack with huckleberry cream frosting. It’s amazing. Do you want a bite?” Briar offered me a taste.

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.

The large fridge is filled with all manner of goodies; individual lemon meringue tarts sit beside chocolate brownies and treacle tarts and much more. Emma, our new barista, has proved to be a dab hand at our coffee machine, and we are all slightly jittery at the amount of caffeine we have consumed as a result of her ‘practising’. Bea and Andreas have penned descriptions for every single confection, which has resulted in much laughter from all of us as they bickered about how to phrase certain things.

Her reaction came in seconds: Silver: Babe. If you ever want to switch places, blink twice. My laughter faded as I chewed slower. The flavors melted on my tongue, but my mind wasn’t on the food anymore. He said little. Yet he provided so much. And I couldn’t help but wonder… What is Josh really thinking? By the time I finished eating, it was past 10:30 p.m., and the city outside had settled into a quiet hum. I curled up on the armchair by the window, a plush throw draped over my shoulders, letting the glow of the night lights blur my thoughts. I should’ve felt satisfied. Grateful, even.

His clothes reeked of women's perfume, so strong it made me wince. A message popped up on my screen. "What kind of desserts do women like?" I remembered something from two years ago. "Every woman in the pack is obsessed with lemon bars lately. They say it tastes like first love—sweet and sour. I kind of want to try them too." "You're almost 30. Isn't it pathetic, copying a bunch of teenage girls?" Jerry muttered, giving me a look of pure disdain. But now, he showed up in the middle of the night with a whole box of them. I ignored him, flipping through my medical charts.

KIMANI We migrated back to the living room like a victorious army returning from battle—only our weapons had been whisks and spatulas, and the casualties were limited to flour-covered countertops and Alex’s wounded pride. The center table was now crowded with plates of pastries from every group. Our caramel tarts gleamed under the warm lights, Denise and Dominic’s croissants sat in perfect golden layers, Adrian and Zendaya’s red velvet cake looked straight out of a bakery window, and Ava and Malik’s chaotic brownie-cookie invention leaned slightly to one side but somehow held together. My dad’s simple sponge cake rested modestly among them, quietly dignified.

"We don't have any, Miss. If you had said earlier, or last night—someone would have come out to buy them, so sorry there are no blueberries." Amanda smiled flatly, she made Aunt Rosemary feel guilty. "It's okay, it's no big deal, there are other meals that can be made. It's my fault for not mentioning it earlier, sorry for being so abrupt, Auntie." "How about lemon cake? Or red velvet?" Amanda looked back at the contents of the refrigerator, there were indeed a lot of strawberries and a few lemons, although there were other fruits, but they were not suitable for cake batter.