Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

“Okay, Abby. Let’s get everything in place. Farro mafaldine, black truffle butter, and the mushrooms,” John

says, his hand passing over each individual ingredient—and lingering over the coveted black truffles—as

he speaks.

I nod. My body feels like it’s about to burst, I’m so excited. “I can’t believe we’re finally doing this,” I say. “If

we can just nail this dish, the cook-off is ours.”

Karl chuckles from the sidelines. “No pressure, huh?”

John and I share a quick glance and a collective breath before diving in.

He works on preparing the handmade pasta, expertly feeding the farro mafaldine through the machine. I

focus on the mushrooms, slicing them with surgical precision before turning to the star of our dish: the

black truffles.

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them fall into the small pot of

is intoxicating, filling the room and making

what feels like an eternity, the dish is finally complete. John and I

farro mafaldine, black truffle butter, and mushrooms sitting on the

I say, scooping a

pick up a fork, the atmosphere

pasta touches my tongue, I know something is

palate to wince in response. The black truffle butter, rather

the dish with a

wide as I ch ug a glass of water

this

sentiments, his eyes widening as he puts his fork down and

but the slight grimace on his face

this,” I mutter, already dumping the disgusting dish into the trash. “I’ve never

realize they could overpower

let’s try again,” John suggests,

supply of

again, we get to work. We start by making adjustments

the ratios of

the result is somehow even worse than the first attempt. The three of us almost spit out