Cooking isn’t taught,” Patch said. “It’s inherent. Either you’ve got it or you don’t. Like chemistry. You think you’re ready for chemistry?” I pressed the knife down through the tomato; it split in two, each half rocking gently on the cutting board.

“You tell me. Am I ready for chemistry?” Patch made a deep sound I couldn’t decipher and grinned.

Author: Becca Fitzpatrick

Cooking isn’t taught,” Patch said. “It’s inherent. Either you’ve got it or you don’t. Like chemistry. You think you’re ready for chemistry?” I pressed the knife down through the tomato; it split in two, each half rocking gently on the cutting board. <br /><br />“You tell me. Am I ready for chemistry?” Patch made a deep sound I couldn’t decipher and grinned. - Becca Fitzpatrick


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