Chapter 9
I read the recipe for the fourteenth time and then quadruple checked that all the ingredients were in the slow cooker. Noah had left it at my house more than a week ago when he’d brought a beef vegetable soup Angela had made. The soup had been delicious, but I’d yet to return the appliance. Since Noah was coming over after he finished his shift, I wanted to do something nice for him. But I was almost hopeless in the kitchen, not really able to do much more than reheat food or boil water for pasta, and I wanted to do better than that.
I’d sucked it up and called Angela. She was thrilled to help, and spent at least five minutes going on about what a nice thing it was I wanted to make Noah a meal. She offered to come over and cook, but I turned her down quickly.
“But I don’t mind
