Daniel gave a nod and moved to check the pasta. He had such vivid memories of being in the kitchen with his dad, helping him cook. It had been his dad who taught him how to cook pasta just right. Apparently every LaRusso man needed to know how to cook pasta.
He smiled at Sam. "Pasta is almost done. Plates are in the top cabinet." He checked on the chicken. It really did smell amazing. He checked the internal temperature and it was perfect.
Daniel patted Sam's shoulder. "Everything is looking good. I'll leave it to the chef to plate up."