"Then give me the egg whites and mixer, and you start hand-whisking away, uncle," he jokes, but it's not a beat later that he's putting on an act, sighing as he starts to get whisking away; the sound of steel and bowl clanking together. "But alright, I'll do it, I guess. Still pretty strange for pancakes..."
To be making a white meringue for an otherwise simple recipe. It's a step-up though, from the man who was insecure of his own family pancake recipe, to now be attempting something that's already showing itself to be fancy. He hopes to himself that Roland isn't getting lost in the idea that he's an expert with anything to do in the kitchen, just because he likes to cook from time to time.
If this goes wrong, it's on both of them!
"You wanna make some for Tani too?" he asks, for no particular reason at all. The sound of the mixer isn't going off yet, so he's filling the air with his own voice. "We can give her some of these, if they don't eat up in the trash."
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To be making a white meringue for an otherwise simple recipe. It's a step-up though, from the man who was insecure of his own family pancake recipe, to now be attempting something that's already showing itself to be fancy. He hopes to himself that Roland isn't getting lost in the idea that he's an expert with anything to do in the kitchen, just because he likes to cook from time to time.
If this goes wrong, it's on both of them!
"You wanna make some for Tani too?" he asks, for no particular reason at all. The sound of the mixer isn't going off yet, so he's filling the air with his own voice. "We can give her some of these, if they don't eat up in the trash."