The Key (Ch, 5)
Lily smiled quietly as she manned the skillet. this certainly wasn't the howlentine's day she had imagined, but deep down, she knew, this would be her favorite.
Clarity - Prologue: Everyday Reality
Then the skillet's ready, with bell peppers and onions off to the side, ready to sauté in a pool of oil. every detail passes through my mind like this. everything needs to be as good as i can make it.
What We Are: An Axel and Isaac Story
Axel set out the ingredients and started heating oil in a skillet. isaac watched as he expertly seared the vegetables, then the meat, then added them back to the pan with a generous drizzle of sauce from a plastic squeeze bottle in the fridge.
In the World After: Chapter 4
Aaron flipped the meat on the skillet while i sat on the counter that wasn't in use. "smells good," i commented. "glad that the electricity in this place works." "yep, we'll be able to stay here for a while so david can heal up," aaron nodded.
Play Me a Song Ch: 3
The song is open wound by skillet. love their music
Crashing Down - CH1
The nurse yelled as she swung a large skillet at his face. a loud bonk resulted from it colliding with his hollow skull. that's going to leave a mark - stupid, stupid bird.
Exposure - Chapter Eight
Billie looked at the bowl of buttermilk and the pile of seasoned flour on the counter underneath jason's nose, then down at the huge, cast-iron skillet of chicken energetically frying in front of her.
It Came from Beyond the Pines
With some sausage sizzling away on a skillet he gets up and surveys the weather this new day would bring. still cloudy, the fog from yesterday persisted, and with the way the horizon looked there might be rain on the way.
She who stubbed her Toe
Anthony droned as he tended a skillet full of popping grease, eggs, and bacon. “your talonflame was out flying about last night with my tinny!” the woman yelled.
Rej & Bastion 04: Float On
Joe comments as he slaps the first blotch of batter into one of the bowls in the skillet. oh, it smells good. like waffles.
Moonlight in Vermont (Chapter 1)
He looks back to his skillet and then to you, muzzle softening. you'd have rather he bitched you out, but it's been a month since you've had something that didn't come out of a can or get cut from a molerat. the smell is so sweet it burns.
A simple weekend
He lifted his paws in a defensive posture as he apologized profusely seeing that they had two skillets full of turkey meat being cooked.