📖 pleas e
[ really bad advice! / accepting ] @volatilepersonality
Prosciutto had led Naracia into the kitchen. Very vaguely, he had invited the youngster for a free lesson, not being specific on how related to the nature of assassination it would be. Either way, it was vital to the ongoings of La Squadra so the blond deemed it as equally important. So he began.
“Considering that so few of us can actually master this important skill, I want to teach you the art of cooking. Here.” he gestured towards the stove as he placed a saucepan on a burner, starting it and drizzled a healthy helping of olive oil on top of it. “Let’s make a simple risotto alla pescatora.”
Prosciutto procured a bag of frozen seafood, showing it for Narancia to take note. “Many will say that you must be careful about defrosting foods, but we are often without the time or hindsight to set something to defrost overnight. In fact, it is alright to defrost frozen foods in the saucepan if you are quick enough to cover it afterward,” then proceeded to dump half of the bag into the obscenely loud crackling of the saucepan, oil spilling angrily from its edges as he skillfully placing the glass lid of top.
“Not a burn in sight.”
