Chapter Five

Chapter 5

I was never very good at cooking. Yet here I am, trying to make a recipe I saw on the internet.

For many months now I have been obsessed with the delicacies that Asians prepare, not necessarily when it comes to raw fish, but cakes and especially pancakes. They make them so fluffy it hurts to look at them and not be able to touch them. God, I swear I'll make one and squeeze it all day until it's inedible..... That is if I don't light the stove on fire first.

I have to separate the yolk from the white... Whisk... What else was it?

I never had time to devote to this when I was at home, but since I have nothing else to do here other than be on my cell phone and watch TV, I might as well find out if I have any culinary skills at all.

Olivia's kitchen was huge, she could easily be on some TV show teaching me how to make these pancakes. It had two microwaves, a refrigerator bigger than four of me put together, a sort of black marble countertop in the middle of the space, where you