[ Luckily/conveniently, it’s about as long as it takes for Tezcatlipoca to chop up all the meat to a ground consistency. He taps the knife against his cutting board to free up the remaining little pieces, then glances over to evaluate Matt’s work, but it’s easy to judge at a glance. ]

Yep, perfect. These are real thin anyways, so the paste doesn’t have to be perfect, just enough to keep the meat all stuck together.

[ He takes the mortar and starts to scrape it out into the meat to mix it all together, then nods towards another cabinet. ]

I got exactly two skillets, so we have just enough. You do the eggs, I make the
pacholas?