“Wet into dry,” she murmured, combining the two until a shaggy dough formed. She turned it out onto a floured surface, pressed it into a flat disk, and wrapped it tightly in plastic. “One hour in the fridge,” she told her cat, who was unimpressed.
He bit into it. Crunch. Then a long, thoughtful silence.
“Can I do one?” Leo asked.
Into a 350°F oven they went, six minutes on the first side, a quick flip, then five more. The kitchen filled with a warm, honeyed smell that made even the cat sit up.
“Well?” she asked, trying to sound indifferent.