Dominic
The evening of dinner comes and Eloise is visibly nervous, eyebrows knitted, running around the kitchen like a chicken with her head chopped off as she assists me with preparing the main course. We are having garlic and rosemary-roasted leg of lamb, cinnamon and brown sugar carrots, and lemon-ginger mashed potatoes. Eloise works on making the cheddar biscuits from scratch once everything else is finished. I would be amused if her jitteriness wasn't coming from her anxiety. She is clearly expecting the worst and wants to present things as perfectly as she can. That isn't her pretending. That's Eloise being exactly who she is. She doesn't know how to stop worrying.
She is folding the grated cheddar cheese into the dough, adding some chili flakes, onion chives, and chopped sundried
