Beatrice
You’ve seen it. Standing in the aisle at Costco or Sam’s Club, you lock eyes with a jug of paprika the size of a small fire extinguisher. The price-per-ounce is incredible. You imagine all the vibrant, smoky dishes you’ll make. It feels like the ultimate kitchen power move, a declaration of your culinary seriousness.
Lucas
You know the feeling. You’re pushing that flatbed cart out of Costco, victorious. In it, a 25-pound bag of King Arthur flour, a sack of rice that could feed a small army, and a bag of sugar so big it has its own zip code. You saved a fortune! The kitchen is a magic place, and now you have the magical ingredients to prove it.
Beatrice
You know the moment. You slide a beautiful sheet of sourdough pizza into your oven, preheated to a blistering 500°F (260°C). Ten minutes later, you hear it: a loud PANG from inside the oven. You pull out your creation, and the pizza is fine, but the baking sheet underneath has twisted into a sad, contorted pretzel. Again.