“You know when I asked you to teach me to cook, I thought we would learn, you know, like basic stuff!” I complained as Raymond unloaded the sack of groceries onto his counter.
Katie sat on Ray’s couch watching tv with no sound. Raymond was cool with Katie hanging at his house so that we could study and make dinner together. It took a load off of my shoulders to know that Katie was safe with me, not unsupervised at the apartment with mom.
Ray grinned at me, “Don’t worry, this is going to be great!”
I looked at the ingredient he was setting out skeptically. “You want me to eat a cactus?”
“These are nopalitos!” Raymond said, “And this is one of the recipes I’m working on for the food blog.”
I pouted. “Couldn’t we just start with something simple, like... I don’t know? Hamburg
