Megan's pov
The pain in my arms and knees had subsided somewhat. I felt grateful and wanted to express my thanks to Bryan for tending to my wounds this morning. His actions had left me wondering whether it was because I hadn't bathed or brushed my teeth.
Shrugging off those thoughts, I focused on preparing one of my favorite dishes, chicken pot pie. As the saying goes, practice makes perfect. If I didn't try, I couldn't improve.
I gathered all the ingredients on the countertop and propped my phone on a small container for a better view of the video recipe.
Following the video's instructions, I stirred my sauce until it formed a thick paste, a smile on my face.
No mistakes today.
I challenged myself. My roux was ready in no time, but I struggled to open the glass jar of chicken broth.
