The knife sliced through the pepper with slow precision. He carefully sliced it as though he were making a surgical incision. He wanted to make sure everything was just right, and unfortunately for Martin, Kent noticed.
“You do know that it won’t hold up the careful shapes you are insisting on cutting when it cooks, right? Much less when she chews it. Just cut the damn thing already. She has teeth… She will not choke on any uneven bits if that’s your fear.”
Martin raised his hand with the knife and pointed it at his friend. “You are disturbing my concentration.”
Kent scoffed and stepped away from the kitchen island. Martin had turned into a mess of ingredients.
“In my opinion… Just throw a juicy nice piece of steak on the grill... Add some chopped vegetables on the side and it’s a mea
