17
Lucas
As I peel potatoes and chop garlic under Yulia’s guidance, she lounges in the kitchen chair, her blue eyes bright with amusement.
“You know you don’t have to take half the potato off with the skin, right?” Grinning, she glances at the pile of mangled potatoes on the counter. “Haven’t you ever done this before?”
“No,” I say, doing my best not to cut too deeply into my current root vegetable. It’s harder than it seems. “And now I know why.”
“They didn’t make you peel potatoes in the Navy?”
“No, that’s a thing of the past. We had private contractors who handled the mess halls.”
“I see. Well, you need a potato peeler,” she says, crossing her long legs. “Like with everything else, a specialized tool helps.”
“A peeler. Got it.” I make a mental note to order one. I also do my bes
