Sally got nervous at the mention of a whisk. "We're not making Bernaise sauce, are we? The last time I tried to make it, it was a disaster. People warned me that it could break, but I never even managed to get it to emusify." That had been a frustrating night. She had thrown the whole thing out and ate the chicken plain.
She took the apron from Justin and slid it over her head before scanning recipes in the book he provide."Soufflés? I thought they were chef's hats."
Each photo made her more and more hungry as flipped through the pages. "Shouldn't we check your pantry first? A lot of these recipes contains things I know I wouldn't have lying around." Sally distinctly recalled the night she had to go out to buy sherry for her mushroom soup. "Ooh, clafouti. But we can't start with something like that."