He wasn’t surprised by the cook’s behavior, though. His aunt had been like that. Whenever she came over, she’d insist on cooking. She claimed to have studied under a famous chef; he presumed she’d based that on having read The Joy of Cooking. Her dishes probably would have been tolerable, except she had a habit of buying fancy ingredients and trying to cook fancy dishes without having a full understanding of the process. That, coupled with a pig-headedness that prevented her from asking the right questions in specialty stores ruined more meals than even his uncle’s risque jokes. Fortunately, she’d lived far enough away that she rarely came by.