Steven gamed until evening before he paused and set the controller down. He had been on the sofa for most of the day and his body was starting to register the fact.
He stood, stretched his stiffened body, and walked to the kitchen.
As he moved through the preparation, his mind drifted back to the meal at the restaurant the previous evening. The duck. The scallops. The way each element had been built to complement the others rather than compete. He found himself wanting to cook something in that direction, something with the same intentionality.
He opened the refrigerator and looked at what he had. He didn't have enough ingredients to replicate it.
But the ingredients weren't actually the problem. He could drive to the grocery store in twenty minutes and come back with whatever he needed. That wasn't the obstacle.
