Stressed Backwards Desserts Novels & Stories

Celie frowned at me when I put the cake in front of her. "What's this?" she said. "I name it 'Azra's Secret'," I said. "It's a special dessert recipe from home." "Fatness might not be an imminent danger for you, but not for me," she said. "Oh come on, Celie," I said. "You always complain about how customers keep turning away to Monica's but have you ever noticed how boring your menu is? There are no cool desserts whatsoever!" She glared at me. "What are you, a dessert police?"

Those two elderly people were all about party planning, and I am sure they will be overjoyed about planning the coronation. "We are back..." I said, and they nodded. "I must say, Aelfred... these snacks are delicious..." Eulisses said, and I chuckled. We offered them refreshments, and Myriad and Blass brought in the traditional enchanted berries and tarts. "They are a traditional dessert here," I said proudly. He nodded and put another little tart in his mouth. Half chewing, he said, "Good thing we don't have them over there because I would’ve gained several pounds... they are addictive..." he chuckled, and then Peter laughed,

Freshly baked breadsticks, warm and soft, were threaded through baskets. For dessert, there was molten chocolate cake with a molten center spilling dark, velvety chocolate, vanilla bean ice cream slowly melting at the edges, and sticky caramel drizzled over fresh berries. Even the aroma alone was irresistible, heavy and teasing, making the mouth water and the stomach ache with anticipation. Her mother laughed politely at a comment Daniel’s mother made, but Lydia barely heard. Beneath the table she suddenly felt a nudge. Cassian’s chair moved slightly, almost unnoticeably. His posture looked relaxed to the rest of the room, but Lydia could feel the pressure of his presence like a blade pointe

Gordon stated without looking at her, his voice low. Chloe hadn't even finished the side she was working on. “It will have it, sir. I’m torching the final edge last, for maximum crunch.” He remained silent for a beat longer, then gave a brief, almost imperceptible nod and walked away. By midday, the final dessert was plated: a perfect, towering dome of yuzu meringue, lightly torched, seated on the golden elderflower tart, finished with the bright, subtle green of the olive oil crumb. It was delicate, aromatic, and a perfect twist on the classic Overton style; quite complex, yet refined.

“Dinner’s ready, and I’m too old to act surprised anymore.” Dinner was a noisy masterpiece. Rory told the same joke twice, Genevieve interrupted both times, and Delphine pretended to hate the attention while secretly loving every second. Marcus fit into the chaos like a man who had finally stopped standing at the window. Theo presented the dessert menu like a declaration of independence. “Bananas Foster Bread Pudding, Bourbon Pecan Pie, and Beignet Bites with honey glaze.” Marcus smiled. “I’ll take all three.”

I shoved her away forcefully and, thinking about the gift Lily mentioned, hurried back home. It was true. I hadn't returned home in a long time. When I got back, I was instantly enveloped by a heavy sense of cold emptiness. The gift Lily had mentioned was sitting alone on the table. I looked at the note and suddenly felt a tightness in my chest. Was this just another tactic Lily was using to get my attention? But how could she be so cruel, using our child's life to provoke me? "Lily! Come out! You shouldn't lie about a miscarriage just to make me care about you! Come out and explain yourself!"

She smiled, “Thank you.” She asked, “What else are you making?” I replied, “I will be making fried corn, red skin mashed potatoes, hot-hot, a tomato and cucumber salad with fresh mozzarella, I have a veggie tray, a cheese tray and dinner rolls.” She smiled, “That’s perfect. What desserts have you made. I took her out to the tables and showed her the cake I had decorated, the blackberry muffins, the blueberry cobbler, the strawberry sauce to go with the ice cream machine, the peach cobbler, and the brownies. I walked her back to the fridge and showed her the peanut butter pies, the watermelons, the strawberry shortcakes, and the key lime pies. She smiled, “Now I know why you were up so late l

Chris replied shrugging. "Oh? What deserts did you want to bring?" She asked. "Some apple ciders, Cinnamon rolls, Cheesecakes, Baklava, Pumpkin pie, Apple pie, Cannoli, Lemon Pie, Apple cobbler, Strawberry shortcake, Banana split, Molten Lava cake. I even had them bring giant chocolate chip cookies. And then we'd have some wine with it while we watched the movie." He finished. "That's some great plan. Don't worry, it'll come in handy next time." She replied patting his biceps.

"Yes, can I please have some dessert. The same rules apply. And then you can bring me the check." He walks away looking baffled once again. I like challenging people around me. He comes back with a big smile on his face. "This is the Bienennstich but our English customers call it the bee sting cake. It has 4 layers. Layer 1 is a sweet years cake. layer 2 is vanilla cream. Layer 3 is a second layer of cake. the last layer is a crunchy, honey-flavored, caramelized almond toppings. This also one of my most favorite desserts." I look at him and see the excitement in his eyes. He honestly wants me to like this dessert.

I argue, waving a piece of pita in the air, “if you’re going to claim baklava is overrated, then I need you to name at least three desserts that are better.” He leans back slightly on the couch we both occupy, smirking. “Crème brûlée. Tiramisu. And warm peach cobbler with vanilla ice cream.” “Okay—damn,” I say, laughing. “That’s actually a solid list.” “I don’t miss.” “Oh, that’s what you’re going with now?” I tease. “Dr. Cocky?” He sips his sparkling water with a maddening amount of restraint. “If the lab coat fits.”