I Get By With a Little Help From My Friends
Last night, my friend Jenny joined me in the kitchen. Her husband, Toby, was in town training to be a baker. We were joined by a very unruly puppy who insisted on licking Jenny’s exposed toes and playing hide-n-seek beneath her long, denim skirt.
Wednesday nights in my house are reserved for two things: Canon lunch preparation and The West Wing. Last night Jenny and I cooked Chinese food, which requires most of the ingredients to be chopped, diced, minced, or grated. Needless to say, the counters were covered with prep bowls of every size.
Jenny prepared the beef mixture then patiently spooned it in to the buttery, filo packets. Pinching the edges together proved to be a rather time-consuming job, but she hung in there like a champion. We turned on the oven and cooked a few to make sure they were edible. Oh, so yummy!
I’m excited to say I figured out the plot to The West Wing last night before they had a chance to unravel it. Jenny was there to witness my hole-in-one. I then proceeded to “wow” her by delivering a line before the character did. Next week is another new episode–the kidnapping. Can’t miss that.
I walked Jenny home just in time to greet Toby as he arrived fully floured from the bakery. My phone rang two seconds after I got back in to the house. It was Jenny and Toby bringing over freshly baked food items. I love my neighbors.
The Canon lunch went well. You were right Paula, the Orange Rice Pudding was not a good choice for dessert. The chanting went something like this, “We want Chelsea! We want Chelsea!” Mr. Gibbs said, “That orange blossomy pudding stuff was not your glory.” Oh well. There’s always room for change. And Jenny…you’re welcome in my kitchen anytime.
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