I grab some diced potatoes from the freezer, toss them in a mixture of seasonings, and stick the baking sheet in the oven. The biscuits Saylor loved so much go in as well, and then I start frying the sausage. I’ve been cooking since I was a kid, not really having any other choice but to learn or go hungry. The guys caught on pretty quickly, even Loch, who’d been used to having a private chef for most of his life.
