Unscramble Dessert Novels & Stories

Lets me clean his face. The waitress comes back. Starts clearing plates. "Anyone want dessert?" she asks. "We got pie. Apple. Pecan. Chocolate cream." "YES!" Alexander's hand shoots up like he's in school. "Alexander, you just ate a ton of chicken—" "But there's a dessert stomach! That's different! The dessert stomach is separate!" Kyle's mouth twitches. "I think there might be some scientific basis for—" "Kyle. Don't encourage him." "I'm just saying that the human digestive system is complex—"

"You're still as quiet as you were on W******p." "I apologize. I'm not a man of many words." "I figured." Tabitha bit into a candied berry sphere. The fruit was coated in frosting, and the seeds were scooped out and filled with ice cream. Three flavors blended together. Her eyes squinted in delight. "Wow, what is this amazing dessert?" Tabitha pushed the candied berry spheres from her plate onto Austin's. "You have to try it. It's delicious. It's the kind that bursts in your mouth!"

"What's your verdict?" She asked Gino. She came an hour early in her shift that morning to practice the dessert she was experimenting with. She was making a Crema catalana with a twist by adding fresh-cut fruits to it. Crema catalana is a creamy dessert and is a Spanish custard dessert very similar to crème brulee. She was planning to add it to the menu plan for the weekend desserts once she had perfect the taste of it. It was almost done as she was doing the finishing touch when Gino found her in the kitchen and accompanied her. She asked him to taste it and he gladly obliged.

I guess I'll just have to give my mother some credit for trying at least. But the unveiling wasn’t over. As the desserts were brought forward—a dark chocolate mousse with a fiery hint of chili and a honey-glazed berry tart glowing with rustic charm—my mother merely smiled. Then came the drinks: a pitcher of mulled wine, spiced and rich, a sparkling elderflower spritz, and a carafe of herbal-infused water scented with mint, rosemary, and lemon.

The waiter came again, giving me the same look of admiration as he cleared the table, but I didn't mind him; instead, I was focused on Axton, who looked like he could kill him. “What would you like for dessert?" Axton asked, passing the dessert menu to me. I collected it slowly, a bit confused on what a dessert was. Didn't we just finish eating? He noticed my questioning look and smiled lightly. "It's like sweets and treats, it's usually eaten after every meal, if you like.” I glanced at the menu, and truthfully, it was filled with sweetened dishes. I ordered a cup of ice cream. It has been quite a while since I had one. He ordered the same thing, and soon two medium cups of ice cream were i

“Let’s we talk about it in the wiser way.” “How is it?” Grandma asked then. “Well, look. Dessert dish just seven cups, right? It’s obvious the maid just makes seven cups of dessert dishes. It’s a custard and custard’s ingredients are egg yolks, pudding powder, milk, and cream. And the garnishes are cinnamon grain and vanilla powder. You know I mean, didn’t you? It might be there’s one of the ingredients rechanges by someone we don’t know.” Detective Jayden makes a conclusion.

I was looking forward to it, knowing the merriment of more of our family together would help everyone. "Perfect, I think you have everything covered." I commented glancing over at Claire, even after a long day her white hair was in perfect position, all neatly tucked up into a bun. "The desserts for when the Alpha of the Shadow Wolves Pack comes are still undecided Luna." "Hmm, let’s go for-" "Victoria sponge, Crème Brulé and of course Trifle." I turned as Azura walked into the room, a few stray leaves stuck in her hair. "Oh, yummy." I smiled.

Deirdre was scared out of her wits but she suppressed the urge to walk out of the room repeatedly and made her way to Brendan’s desk. She served the dessert and said, “I… I’m here to serve the dessert that I baked this evening. It’s not warm anymore but it still smells great.” The dessert she had baked was the only dessert that Brendan enjoyed, as it was very fragrant, not sickly sick, and so flaky it would melt in one’s mouth. Just as expected, Brendan did not reject her offer, but he said nonchalantly, “Sure, you can put it there. I’ll eat it later.”

I got up from the floor and approached the kitchen. I looked at the dishes he was preparing and then at him. I pointed to a rolled-up pastry dusted with sugar and a scoop of ice cream, and asked: " What 's that?" "Strudel. Have you never tried it?" I shook my head. "Well, today you'll have the chance to taste it. It's a pastry that contains various fruits as filling, especially apples. It's truly one of the best desserts in Germany."

She took him back to the Dining room, sat him down, ordered a couple of drinks and a dessert full of chocolate and cinnamon with two forks. With a broad smile and a twinkle in her eye, April waved her fork between the dessert and Daniel. April encouraged Daniel to start eating when the dessert that lay in between them. “Eat. You look like you need sugar and alcohol. Come on, it’s best when it is still warm. This is one of my favourite desserts here. But I think almost everything here is excellent.” He didn’t know what else to do. April was so nice and encouraging. He kind of felt guilty, pretending to not know who she was.