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Beyonce Knowles Home
December 7
I stood in the kitchen, staring down at the ingredients Nicki had laid out, feeling like I was in completely foreign territory. My hands hovered over the vegetables, and I glanced at her, waiting for her to tell me what the hell I was supposed to do next.
Nicki was already laughing at me.
"Okay, love, first thing's first-you gotta chop these up," she said, pointing at the carrots and onions. She held the knife with ease, making it look way too easy. "Like this. Just slice through them."
I grabbed the knife, trying to mimic her movements, but it felt awkward as hell.
My slices were uneven, some pieces way too thick while others were practically invisible.
Nicki covered her mouth, trying so hard not to laugh, but I could see the smirk forming. "You're cute, but you're fucking this up already," she teased, coming over and grabbing my hand gently. "Here, let me help you. You're supposed to let the knife do the work, not saw through the damn thing."
I sighed, shaking my head. "This shit is harder than it looks. How do you make it look so easy?"
She laughed and stepped back, watching me fumble with the knife. "Girl, I've been cooking for years. You, on the other hand, clearly haven't."
I chuckled, nodding. "Yeah, well, I'm used to people cooking for me. Guess I'm spoiled."
Nicki leaned against the counter, arms crossed, clearly entertained. "You're definitely spoiled. But don't worry, I'm gonna turn your ass into a chef."
I managed to chop a few more vegetables-although, let's be real, they didn't look anything like hers.
"Alright, what's next?" I asked, looking over at her like she was my lifeline.
Nicki raised an eyebrow. "You sure you're ready for the stove? 'Cause I don't need you burning this whole kitchen down."
"Uh, maybe..."
She shook her head, laughing again. "Alright, let's take it slow. We'll start with something basic." She handed me the olive oil. "Pour a little bit of this in the pan. A little, Beyoncé, don't drench the damn thing."
I carefully poured a small amount into the pan, and Nicki nodded, giving me a playful smile.
"Look at you, acting like you know what you're doing."
Nicki turned on the burner, and the oil started heating up. "Okay, now toss the veggies in and stir them around. Just make sure they don't burn. You got this."
I tossed the veggies in, using the spatula to move them around.
"This isn't so bad," I said, feeling just a little bit of confidence building.
