“Can I help?” “Absolutely not.” Salomé pointed at a padded bar stool at the kitchen island. “You get cozy over there and tell me about your day—um, in one second.” She disappeared into the pantry beside the fridge and returned with two red onions and a small paper bag of cremini mushrooms. She scooped softened coconut oil into a red plastic measuring cup, and then scraped some of that into a cast-iron skillet.
