Chapter 2What was I thinking?
I was one of the worst cooks to have ever walked the planet. I could burn a boiled egg even though my mother had always sworn it wasn’t possible. It was and I had.
Yet here I was in my kitchen pawing through my cupboards in search of something I could throw together, cursing myself for ever opening my mouth in the first place.
I had been hoping to make a good impression with my new neighbors and get off on the right foot, but my cooking was not the right way to go about it.
Hero knew that whenever I was in the kitchen that meant food accidently dropped and something for him to munch on. That would be why he was poised at the end of the kitchen just waiting for me to mess up.
I grabbed mince from the fridge, chopped tomatoes, onions, celery and carrots fro
