Butterflies filled Karen's stomach, making her worry breakfast would make a second appearance. Sweat slicked her palms and trickled between her shoulder blades. She closed her eyes and drew a slow breath.
No need to fear. She had a natural talent for cooking. There was no recipe she hadn't conquered.
Karen picked up the dish, her hands trembling. "I present an exotic dish. Each layer has been cooked to bring out the taste of umami."
The head cook’s nose twitched and he licked his lips. Karen fought her smile. Best to look humble.