❝Oh, him? He's just that pizza guy,❞ But what if just that pizza guy turned out to be something more? copyright 2016 © holly bowen cover by @karismatic-

Against the advice of every chef, I never taste my food when I cook. It is a part of the culture I grew up in. See what happens when I try to explain it to a trained French chef..... Read this and other stories! I will be posting a couple of times a week for the next few weeks starting March 24th 2014

Meet Jennifer Flynn ~ an ordinary girl with extraordinary dreams! She longs to become Hollywood's next 'big thing' and won't stop until she gets there. The problem is she can barely get an audition never mind an Oscar.. Just about scraping by on her parent's weekly allowance, she finds herself waitressing in a greasy café, as if her life didn't suck enough! But when the unbelievably gorgeous and successful Jason Greene stumbles into the café one evening, she soon discovers it's not just coffee he's after . . . Copyright / 2014 / Ciara O'Mahony Book Cover by @Soccerrgirrl

I discovered you between three scoops of pink. © stanzas

Aubrianna Rose is a good girl with good grades, a few close friends, has never had a boyfriend and lives a typical nerdy life. Meet Ryder Vance. He is a gorgeous boy with a british accent who has just moved in in the big house next to Aubrianna. They are two completely different persons and you wouldn't expect them to socialize much with each other. At first glance. Because Cupid has some other ideas and some unexpected feelings begin to grow between them and only increases when they have to participate in a cupcake contest. Does the cupcakes have to be sprinkled with love to make them win? If that's so, they have to find the perfect recipe for love. If you like it then vote and comment to show your support :D It really means the world to me! :)

Lily and Teddy are both in the same situation: they are alone, with nothing to do, on Christmas Eve. So, they both decide to volunteer at the local soup kitchen, cooking up dinner, dessert, and, hopefully, love, while they celebrate bountiful holiday cheer.

My mom was well known around town for her eccentric style, and the way she shopped, cooked and dressed made my family stand out even more. We were colorful (in a weird way) before reality TV made being odd and dysfunctional cool and edgy.But, like most kids, I just wanted to fit in and eat pizza. But my mom hated blending in even more than she hated pizza (unless, maybe, it was topped with eggplant and arugula). She insisted on making Basque pickled tongue and soup with chicken feet. Normal just wasn’t her thing. Of all the strange dishes that colored my childhood, oxtail soup stands out the most in my memories.