They took turns taking care of their mama back at the cottage and, like Clarice had told me, cooked their own meals, most times.
Today it was a mix of cooked fruit and something that smelled like bacon, but better.
The smell of cooked flesh was filling the room and making my stomach lurch.
Sciana refused to look at or acknowledge him as she cooked their food.
Working in unison, they placed the cooked food on the table.
The prince and the old man were seated on the ground, leaning against forest trees, the remains of cooked rabbit lying on a piece of bark near the fire.
Food cooked by someone else, killer or no, sounded divine.
Angela cooked a large breakfast to set me up for a big day, she said.
The frittata, perfectly cooked, was delightfully light and fluffy.
The moment I opened my eyes, I smelled a strong aroma of onions being cooked in a pan filled with a juicy slab of meat.
