“Yes, let's taste the apps, too. I know they've already been served to O'Toole, but they're delicious and I'm starving.”
My stomach growls, and I realize how hungry I am.
“It sounds like your stomach agrees with me,” Paul teases.
“I skipped lunch... I had to run an errand, remember?”
“Oh god, baby, I'm sorry. Let's feed you.”
We each eat a portion of the appetizers... we finish our raviolis as Patrick pulls his enchiladas out of the oven.
“Ready for tasting in three minutes, Chef,” Patrick tells Paul. Our oven timer chimes from the back of the kitchen.
“Plate two portions and bring them to my station, I have to pull my pies,” Paul tells him. I follow Paul to the oven... he retrieves the pies and slides them on to a cooling rack. A few moments pass, and Patrick arrives with his plate
