"How hard could that be?"
It was a question no one dared answer after surviving the ordeal of cutting mangoes into thin slices.
And it very nearly became a triggering statement once whipping cream entered the discussion. If not for the invention of that miraculous thing called a hand mixer, several warriors might have left the kitchen with wounded pride and broken bowls.
Originally, Luca taught everyone how to do it with a rather dubious-looking tool called a whisk.
He demonstrated patiently. The bowl was tilted at an angle. The whisk went straight down, then back and forth.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
Soon, the words echoed throughout the demonstration kitchen, whispered like a mantra. As if forgetting the motion for even a second would cause their hands to betray them and start stirring instead.
Apparently, it was not supposed to feel like a chore.
Apparently, their arms were not supposed to hurt.
