[He feels out the counter. When he reaches the stovetop, he's glad he hasn't turned on the heat just yet. Eventually, he finds the oil and the pan. He's not quite sure how much he pours in, but its quite a lot. He then turns it on, to a higher temp, before feeling out to either side for the bowls she mentioned.]
At least I don't have to chop onions. I wonder if they make you cry when blindfolded too though?
[Its not long before he can feel the heat coming from the stove, and he takes the bowls and pours them in. Some of onions missed their mark, but most of them got in the pan.]
Do I need to stir or anything? Or do I simply wait for the next step.
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[He feels out the counter. When he reaches the stovetop, he's glad he hasn't turned on the heat just yet. Eventually, he finds the oil and the pan. He's not quite sure how much he pours in, but its quite a lot. He then turns it on, to a higher temp, before feeling out to either side for the bowls she mentioned.]
At least I don't have to chop onions. I wonder if they make you cry when blindfolded too though?
[Its not long before he can feel the heat coming from the stove, and he takes the bowls and pours them in. Some of onions missed their mark, but most of them got in the pan.]
Do I need to stir or anything? Or do I simply wait for the next step.