I was unconvinced, but I'd already committed and felt obligated to follow through.
"You look scared. It's just pasta, Lace," he said with a chuckle as he measured out two cups of flour and dumped them directly onto the countertop.
"What if I mess it up though?" I replied, my concern evident.
He smiled as he replied, "Then we'll eat it to hide the evidence."
His response made me laugh, easing some of my tension. "Okay, Mister Criminal Psychologist, let's hide the evidence then," I teased, feeling a little more relaxed.
He chuckled as he showed me how to form a well in the center of the flour on the countertop, then he cracked the eggs in one by one, followed by a glug of olive oil and a pinch of salt.
"The key," he explained, "is to incorporate the flour into the eggs gradually."
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