Stressed Backwards Desserts Novels & Stories

We got inside and I saw mom in the kitchen making some deserts . “Hey baby,I made cheesecake and pie …why don’t you try it “mom offered . Well I forgot to say my mom would always tell me to taste her pastries even tho sometimes I didn’t need it, she would force me to take it because if I don’t then she will think it’s bad . She uses baking to relive her stress and I always suffer it in the end because I’m forced to eat it all . “Uhm…mama I just had some lemonade so my tummy is kinda full”I said.

"Wow...your guess is almost correct. Giselle's favorite is actually the Chocolate Raisin Bread. The croissant you mentioned earlier is her second choice." Jane laughs. "Ursula? Uh...let me guess." Jane's eyes roam over the rows of bread and cakes there. "Cheesecake? With blueberry sauce?" "Hahaha." Fabian's laughter grows. "Actually, it's with strawberry sauce." "It seems they're fans of sweet food," Jane unwillingly joins in the laughter Fabian sparks. "But I admit, eating something sweet can make you feel happy. Especially chocolate. It can reduce sudden stress levels." "That's why I dropped by. I'm stressed," Fabian complains.

When she returned, the tray was filled to the brim with delicate treats. She explained that the snack was called baklava and showed Harriet how it was made with layers of thin pastry, crushed nuts, and honey lemon syrup. It was a deliciously sweet treat that paired perfectly with the hot tea Jenine had brewed for her. Harriet happily indulged in the snacks. “Just relax and take it easy while you wait,” Jenine reassured her. As Harriet sipped her tea, she gazed out the window and watched as the sky gradually grew darker.

“Reacting how?” Seraphine held up a finger. “I will demonstrate using pastries.” “No,” Ianthe said. “Yes,” Seraphine insisted, already arranging them. She placed a golden tart on the table. “Solaris.” Then a silver bun. “Lunaris.” Then a dark chocolate cake. “Noctis.” She put a fruit-filled éclair in the center. “You, Princess.” Alessia started biting her lower lip. “Seraphine…” “This is important dessert diplomacy!” Seraphine insisted.

I was delighted and enjoying the meal, especially when the chef brought out the dessert--- a baked Alaska, with layers of dark chocolate, mint, and amarena cherry ice cream, then capped with carefully-torched meringue. ‘‘Enjoy your dessert…’’ the chef said, bowing his head before he walked away. As soon as the door was shut, I glanced over at Celestine and noticed that her hands were trembling. She had her fork in her hand and was nervously picking at a piece of the dessert that was on her plate. ‘‘Are you okay?’’ I asked, frowning. She raised her eyes to gaze at me while forcing a phony smile out of her mouth. ‘‘I--I'm fine…’’ After then, she took a sip of the red wine that was sitting in f

Madeline's POV "So, which of these options do you prefer?" The pastry chef smiled as she arranged an elaborate selection of sweets on the white marble table of her boutique. The place was one of those expensive Belmonte spots—pale pink walls, crystal chandeliers, and a display case that looked more like a jewelry store than a bakery. "We have gourmet pistachio chocolate truffles, coconut truffles with Brazilian nuts, caramel fudge bites made with artisanal dulce de leche, and mini Belgian chocolate éclairs that have been a huge hit at this season’s events."

Then she moved back to the other plates to check if she could get any clue Macaroon Apple Pie Red velvet cake Raspberry tart Yam pudding Marshmallow pie Eclairs 'God.... So many tasty things are waiting right in front of me, still I can't sit back and enjoy them' Pari thought her head was about to explode soon with all the confusion. It took her a solid 10 minutes to understand the algorithms of her odd genius lover Ian. M. A. R. R. Y. M. E ? It was a simple and sweet proposal. He had clearly exceeded her expectations. She ran towards study without wasting a second.

“Don’t ask me about that. Those mutts thought it would be great to attack me in the hallway and got me all covered up in blood. At the end, I had to borrow from this tiny girl.” “Name?” Asher questioned. “Esther,” she enunciated, “Why?” Louis’ eyes brightened up in recognition, and he uttered, “She is cute, isn’t she?” “Stay away from her,” Asher commanded, directing to both of them. “But of course, your Uncle has deeply rooted grudge towards her,” Louis pointed out. °°° One of the best way to relief stress was through sweets. That’s why, in order to get started with the project, Esther needed sugar in her system in order to hype her up. Thus, she waited patiently as the muffins baked in the

We demanded perfection, and we took the time to get it. By the time we packed it in, seventy sugar Deep Secrets bloomed on a stainless tray in our custom-built dehumidifier, and a second tray of variations-of-burgundy petals rested below it. Tomorrow would be assembly, and then Boss Tony would take a little white pill to settle his nerves as he put the cake into the special rack in the back of his ancient silver Jag and ran it up north to the venue with all the other little value-adds...

she asks as she gets back to what she is doing. It is then that I notice all the food prep going on and I remember tomorrow is the annual get together for the community. There is an array of desserts lining every surface. From cannoli’s, tiramisu, meringues, Panna cotta to the more American-style foods. “Well, you know work, work and more work.” I say to her, not wanting to tell her about Bobbi because she will start the wedding prep. I learnt that lesson a long time ago when I was ten.