Tasting History Cookbook Novels & Stories

I caught Rachel squeezing Ezra’s hand as she got up. “Alpha Ezra, shall we move to the lounge? We’re planning on moving to a bigger house one with a TV room and a drawing room,” Marcella said. Ezra chuckled. There was that enticing sound again. “You want a house better than mine.” “I’ve got another bottle,” Dad said, followed by a drunken laugh. Yeah, drinking wasn’t his thing. I dumped my bag on the chair Jade left and piled up the dishes. They had prawns with creamy pasta. I loved prawns. They had space for dessert too. There was none of anything left.

I pushed lightly against him, but he didn’t budge—not even an inch. “M-Mr. Hale… don’t do this.” I doubted he even heard me. “I’ve been wondering,” he murmured, “what flavor is on your lips now, Leah.” My brows knit. “Flavor?” “Yes. When I kissed you earlier, you tasted sweet—like strawberries.” His gaze dropped to my mouth, darkening. “I’m wondering if it’s still the same.” Without realizing it, I wet my lips. “I… I’m not sure.”

Each time he looked away as if he was as quick as possible, leaving me to stew in the memory of his hands on me, his mouth on mine, the sound of his voice in that dark club. I hated him on behalf of the calm he showed now. The ease with which he slipped into this family dinner like nothing had happened, as if he weren't the one causing the tightness in my chest. Then my mother besides me continued jabbering about wedding stuff in her wedding binder and flowers and music. "You and Selene will help with the final touches," she said. "Family projects always make it more meaningful." My dry stare matched hers. "You know me. I don't deal great with surprises. I'll have to be told straight out if

The moment he tasted her blood, Zach felt like he was on cloud nine, He remembered tasting her blood when they kissed, but none could compare to biting directly on her neck. Her blood taste devive. It tasted better than the blood he had ever tasted before. His eyes blazed, and, for a second, they bled to golden. He sucked and sucked until the metallic taste of her blood filled his sense. He almost completely lost his mind if Nevea didn't touch his shoulder to wake him from the trance.

"Don't worry, I'll take care about telling her that." "Chris—" Janice could not continue because Chris stood up. "I'm going to check on what Nica is doing in the kitchen." Chris said to them. Nica smiled at him as he entered their kitchen. Chrismith was mesmerised by her beautiful smile as she stirs the coffee that she brewed. "Try it. I hope you'll like it," she gave the coffee to him. "It's my first time making a coffee for someone." The young man inhaled its aroma, before tasting it while not taking his eyes off hers. "Tastes good!"

It was a normal sunny morning and a young man in his school uniform turned back from the school gate with the intention of skipping class. Plugging the earphones on both sides he strolled downtown toward the city Library while grabbing a hot coffee on the way. “One hot Americano, no sugar” said the young man “One hot Americano, 100% sugar” a playful voice spoke from behind, catching his attention. He turned to see the familiar person without any manners. The individual responsible for his skipping class, causing him to endure the boring library on a Monday morning. “Eh, what a coincidence,” said the newcomer. “But to say a cute person like you drinks black coffee with no sugar. Such a rare s

They told me he was in the kitchen preparing for the food critic. “It's different, see the color… it might look the same but the taste and color are quite different,” the head chef said politely. I had to say she was a nice lady, I took a little between my fingers and rubbed it between my fingers before tasting it. It was sweet and tasted very delightful. “Wow, can we make sauce from this…it's perfect,” I tasted more, it was delightful? The lady saw what I was doing and chuckled “Yes, it can, in mustard, and it will taste even more delicious,” the lady said and showed me more ingredients to mix. I was pleased to learn a few cooking tips. I wanted to take interest in whatever the king did.

“I knew‍ it.’’ I⁠ felt the swoon‍ through​ our c‍h‌at, even though‍ I wasn’t in it⁠.‌” “‍Dont be so dramatic, it’s⁠ n‍ot a sw‌oon.” I smiled, as i stare⁠d at the floor. “It’s⁠… hist⁠ory sneaking‍ thr​oug‍h a s‌ide door.” She slid the cup int‌o my hand⁠s. “​And how​ does history taste tonight? Warm? Too hot? Perfect with a scoop o⁠f denial?” ‍“Like soup and pani‌c.” I answered

I shrugged my shoulders. "And your neck?" He spoke in a calculated voice. "Better than ever." I mocked him. How could he, expect that he could grab my neck and the answer would be I am fine. I think he's out of his mind. "I tried to apologize... and your sister-in-law got mad." Ignoring him, I focused on the wine in my hand. I remembered the 5 stages of wine tasting... colour, swirl, smell, taste, and savour. Colour... Check...It is blue-black

"Never mind, focus on enhancing your sense of smell and taste. Don't be in a hurry, you'll get the hang of it. Through this training, you can mix and match to make your very own unique tasting dish, totally yours and won't easily be copied, even with a skilled cook as that French Babu." "Is measuring really that bad?" Asha felt bad. Her father taught her to measure the ingredients, but she also saw he didn't measure his ingredients when he cooked. Kind of confusing to her, but she was used to measuring things. Leaving those teachings behind was hard for her. "A man who measures life never knows his own measure," Abhik said without a second thought. "What?"