You've got about forty minutes before you have to be at their house. The ensemble of sounds and smells fills the kitchen, and you dance between stove, to sink, to cutting board, and back, just like you've done for years. This is your specialty. Muscle memory has kicked in, and instinctively, you weigh a pinch of salt in your hand before throwing it into the skillet. You can tell by the texture that it's almost there. You dip a spoon into the mixture and taste.