This was a terrible idea," Leighton said. Staring at the recipe. Chicken marsala. Looked simple online. Now looked impossible.
"We can do this," Noah said. Chopping mushrooms. Badly. Uneven pieces. Some huge. Some tiny.
"Those need to be the same size."
"They're fine."
"They're not. Look at them."
He looked. Frowned. "Okay. They're bad. What do I do?"
"Start over."
He groaned. Started re-chopping. Leighton seasoned the chicken. Too much salt. She tasted. Grimaced. Tried to wipe some off.
Marcus and Chloe were coming in two hours. Their first dinner party as a married couple. She wanted it perfect. It was already a disaster.
The kitchen was chaos. Flour on the counter. Dishes piling in the sink. Wine bottle opened too early. Half empty already.
"Did you drink that?" Leighton asked
