I’ll have to be at my best on Saturday, to cook like I’ve never cooked before. I’ll need to plan a menu that showcases not just my skills but my spirit. And I’ll have to pour every ounce of passion I have onto those plates.
Saturday. The judges. My kitchen.
I can do this. I hope.
…
As I step into my kitchen—my home kitchen, rather than my restaurant kitchen—I stop for a moment, taking in the mess.
Takeout food containers are stacked by the trash can. The counter, rather than being cluttered with cooking utensils, is covered in junk mail and empty drink glasses. The sink is full, and yet I haven’t cooked a goddamn thing since I lost the cook-off.
Two weeks.
It’s been two whole weeks since I’ve cooked anything more complex than toast in here. And now, with the chance to cater the Alpha party, my mind is foggier than ever. I can’t even come up with a menu, something that would have popped into my mind in an instant two weeks ago.
I need to research. That’s what I’ll do: I’ll research. I’m definitely not procrastinating, right?
Dragging my feet to the counter, I pull open my laptop. Maybe the internet will inspire some brilliance. The keys feel cool under my fingers, and the screen blinks to life, brightening the dimly lit room.
Clicking through recipes, my eyes glaze over. Fusion? Too risky. Classic French? Too expected.
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