Nicholas glares, then dumps his prepared breading into my saucepan. “Hey!” “It’s going to suck, anyway.” “It is not.” “Your pasta’s overcooked. And you forgot to stir.” “Fudge.” I hurry to drain it. There are clumps stuck to the bottom of the pot. Gluten-free anything is already atrocious. Boiling it just makes it worse. While I’m fussing with the pasta, the marinara-ketchup combo starts spitting. I rush back and stir, then throw in some seasoning. I’m a regular Alex Guarnaschelli.
