Tulisan Happy Cooking Novels & Stories

“I don’t know what it is, but after tasting your cooking, I’ve become addicted. I like it more and more.” “As long as you like it, I’m happy to cook for you anytime.”

His lips were touching her cheeks as he started to speak in his broken voice. “ You love cooking. Your favorite co…color is blue. Seeing the one you love happy, makes you happy. You never mentioned your wish. Your favorite food is grilled steak. You always wanted to visit Paris. You want to see your loved one happy no matter, to make them happy you do whatever it takes you to, you will never hesitate ".

Fish crab, Raclette Kappacasein and pan cheese with cornichon. Miss Janet said he loved to have his dinner immediately when he came home from work. I read the cooking recipe and I was good to go. Talking about a good cook, I knew I was one. My mother had enrolled in cooking class in high school. That was where I discovered my cooking ,baking and design talents. I was so cool and good that I received a lot of appraisal. I got awards many times in competitions and right now, I totally forgot all my talents . Circumstances had made it so and it pained me.

It was as if he had found his rhythm in the kitchen. "Jay, you're a natural," I complimented, a genuine smile spreading across my face. "You have a talent for cooking." Jay blushed, a hint of pride flickering in his eyes. "Thanks. I didn't think I'd be good at this, but it's actually really fun." Cooking has a way of bringing people together, transcending age and barriers. As Jay continued stirring the sauce, I couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. Our culinary adventure was not only teaching Jay valuable skills but also forging a bond between us.

There was a teasing light in his eyes as he shivered like he had caught a cold, “I apologize, ma'am, please do not glare at me like that” “Stop being dramatic” she sighed in bliss when she picked up the fork and took a forkful of her food, “This is delicious. I need to thank whoever made it and ask the person to teach me how it's done.” She has been thinking of learning a new hobby, and maybe cooking would be nice for her. After all, she was going to be eating a whole lot and cooking was not really stressful. All she had to do was slice, chop, fry, boil, and the food would be ready. It was not that hard.

Harriet hollered, doing a crazy dance. "You met a new Alhaji?" Fridaous blurted out and earned a knock on the head from her. "There is this new recipe I saw on youtube and you lucky people will be the first to taste my culinary skills." She wiggled her brows playfully. "I call it, happily ever after, spaghetti bolognese." She clapped excitedly. "I'm not actually hungry." I scratched my head, swallowing hard. "But you said your breakfast wasn't satisfying enough few hours ago?" She glared at me, pouting her lips.

Her pregnancy hormones make her easily irritated these days but he never for once felt angry on her irritation and annoyance . After the God knows how many hours they made something delicious . They prepared mixed sauce pasta , spaghetti , blueberry pancake and other Russian delicacies . He beamed smiling looking at his first time cooked dishes . He felt proud of himself like a school student topping the class. Extremely jovial . He looked at his wife who made this possible . Yeah , she was the perfect teacher for him .

He still hated mushrooms. And Luca’s daughter Sophia Grace DiLorenzo was two and fearless. She insisted on wearing a chef’s hat that covered half her face and loved nothing more than dunking her hands into flour and yelling, “Messy means yummy!” Amara had returned to writing part-time. A publisher picked up her essays about life, food, and love, and her first book, Whisked Away: Recipes for the Heart, hit the indie bestseller list. At book signings, she wrote this in every copy:

Ace replied with a laugh. I let out a sigh as I shook my head in disbelief. The truth was that I wasn’t confident in my cooking skills; however, the dishes were simple enough and we were given ample instructions along the way. I had to admit that it felt fun and kind of relaxing at the same time. This sudden change in pace turned out to be exactly what I needed to get away from all the stress. “This looks like it’s coming along very well,” Jacky commented before showing us a proud smile.

Her words reminded me of an incident I had almost forgotten. A month ago, Lillian had accused me of poisoning the family's desserts, claiming I'd spiked them to give her food poisoning. She had played the victim, accusing me of sabotaging her to win favor. She'd refused to live under the same roof as me, throwing a tantrum until our parents gave her a villa—one that was registered in her name.