Stuff out of a jar never lives up to the hype." "With a name like Sebastiano, I'm guessing there's some heavy-carb, rib-sticking food in your background." "Oh yeah, if Mom was in the mood it was homemade ravioli and marinara sauce with Italian sausage in it. And garlic knots with enough garlic to smell them a block away. Oh man, now I'm hungry." "Do you cook?" Peter asked. "Well, enough not to starve." *** The three of them lingered over dinner, talking about food and restaurants and cooking. Danny fidgeted repeatedly, trying to find a position that made his arm ache less, all the while trying to stay under Peter's radar. He was enjoying the conversation and Jennifer's presence. "I absolutely suck at making pie crusts. My mother can make them without rubbing two brain cells together, and they're awesome. Mine tend to come out soggy and gummy," Jennifer said. "Note on the calendar. Do not ask Jen to bring pies on Thanksgiving unless she buys them." Peter drew in the air with his finger.
