I Eat Pasta For Breakfast の小説・ストーリー

He stared at the pale, bloated tube of pasta, swimming in a pool of broken, overly oily sauce. The silence was suffocating to Ivana, as she tried not to look at him. Damn! It was fucking hard. Tardrain stared so intensely, it was as if he were trying to identify the strange species and to figure out what exactly she had cooked. He noticed it was Rigatoni she had used, which he never liked to be used for his creamy pasta, but then again, aside from that It looked strange, almost making him question if this was the exact creamy pasta that had been his favorite for years.

He did not judge my curvy body, and he did not monitor my food portions. "You need to eat the pasta while it is hot, Alexandra," Maximilian said softly, taking a bite of his food and chewing slowly. "You solved a massive mathematical equation this morning. Your brain needs heavy calories to maintain that level of intense intellectual focus. Please eat your lunch." I let out a long breath of physical relief. I picked up my silver fork and began to eat the warm, creamy pasta. The food tasted incredibly delicious. I reached forward, picked up a thick slice of warm garlic bread, and dipped the crust into my bowl of hot tomato soup. I ate the large meal comfortably while Maximilian ate his own fo

Most were wheat-based, like pastas, Italian breads, and pizza, plus meat dishes like polpette (ground meat meatballs), steak, sausage, and smoked beef. "I’m so full—this breakfast is like a food tour on its own, Brother!" Emmy said, finishing her meal (which had been a bit too much for her stomach). William chuckled at his wife’s big appetite. "I’d be surprised if you weren’t full. Oh, the car will be here soon—let’s head to the lobby entrance!" They walked out of the hotel restaurant, with William carrying a backpack with their extra clothes and some personal items. Soon after, a black SUV pulled up, and the driver handed the keys to William.

I leave the bedroom and make my way down to the kitchen where I am going to prepare some breakfast for us. Surprisingly the kitchen is fully stocked with numerous things which I am sure is Alessandro's doing. I shake my head with a smile before I start making his favorite breakfast. Soon enough the breakfast is complete which consists of crispy bacon, sweet potato rosti, baked cherry tomatoes with avocado & poached eggs. I don't know how he eats black coffee but I have decided to make his favorite breakfast then he will get what he likes.

Kahit hindi ako lumingon, kilalang kilala ko na ang may-ari ng boses na iyon. "Wow! Spaghetti and Orange juice for breakfast huh!" Pumalakpak pa ako para lang hindi niya mahalata ang aking pagkairita. Lintik talaga at ang bilis na nakababa ng hagdan at agad pa akong nasundan. "Ang galing niyo naman pala Mrs. Elizabeth! Nakuha niyo ang gusto kong pagkain. Hmmmpp, You know, Spaghetti is one of my favorite food together with the yummy orange juice drink."

“Can we have pasta for lunch today, Marcus?” I asked the chef as he served chocolate-chip pancakes for me on a plate. These pancakes smell like heavens! I wish I could’ve just lived in this kitchen! “Sure, Mia! Why not?” He smiled at me. “What kind would you like?” He asked me as he poured some juice for me in a glass. Is that even a question? “Umm… Arrabbiata! Duh! Is there any other kind of tasty pasta?” I snorted as I sat down while Marcus served me my breakfast.

“Daddy, I'm craving for that mouth-watering pomodoro pasta. Would you be willing to whip up a delicious meal for me?” I quickly turned my head and my lips curved into a grin. “Do you share my passion for the mouth-watering pomodoro pasta?” I was astonished afterwards. "Yes!" Andre bellowed with a fierce intensity, his eyes blazing with determination, before breaking into a broad, triumphant grin. “Livia, would you grace me with your culinary skills and prepare a delicious meal for me? When it comes to pasta, I'm a bit of a picky. Only my grandma's or dad's homemade pasta will do. However, I'm willing to make an exception for a truly exceptional dish.” His words were pronounced with great cla

I smiled before taking a bite of my pizza. "What do you usually eat for breakfast in the morning?" Evelynn asked before finishing her slice of pizza. "I usually keep overnight oatmeal in the refrigerator so I usually eat that, an apple or banana, and coffee." I replied, "If I don't have any overnight oatmeal in the refrigerator already, there's this amazing keto café in the city that has parfaits, pastries, muffins, and so on. Despite how it sounds, their food and coffee are absolutely heaven, even on a really tight budget."

She just tried her best to sleep through the night and work things out in the morning but by the time she woke up,he wasn't home. * Ellie woke up that morning for her exercises and got right to it. She exercised for an hour and returned back to her chambers where her breakfast was already set. It consisted of Gansitos, a popular Mexican snack she really loved and Italian made spaghetti. She didn't like the normal tea and bread, she wanted something different so she requested it the day before. She started salivating upon perceiving the scent and rushed into the shower to bathe so she could settle down and enjoy it later.

I turned around to see four people looking at me in shock. "What?" I questioned them. "You know you just hugged the person who hated hugs when he was child" Ivy pointed out. Another of his facts. I jotted down in my mind. "Maybe, he changed his preference" I shrugged my shoulders walking towards the kitchen and opening the fridge. Luckily some of the leftover pasta was there. "Anybody hungry?" I asked them and they all shook their head in a no. "Well, I must warn you, for you are missing the best pasta made on the planet earth. I warmed the pasta and devoured it, moans threatening to come out of my mouth. It was so not my fault it still tasted so amazing.