If You Can't Handle the Heat, Get Out of the Kitchen

"It looks crispy," Izzy remarked in an attempt to be optimistic.

"I think we burned it. It probably tastes like ash." Alec groaned. "Not that I have ever tried eating ash," he added as an afterthought.

Izzy took another glance inside the pan, and beamed. "Crispy food is delicious, like fried chicken, chips and fries. I'm sure mom would love it."

Based on Shadowhunters 3x03. A short fic about Alec and Izzy being complete disasters in the kitchen

Prompt: "This is an old family recipe, Izzy and I found it right after my grandmother died. My mother was inconsolable, until the day we made her this stew. That was the first time that I saw her smile." -Shadowhunters 3x03

Set before Jace comes to live with Alec and Izzy. Alec is 10 and Izzy is 8. The prompt is from the show but it's set in the books because I didn't want any other Shadowhunters in the institute. Keep in mind that I don't know anything about cooking either.