Saturday, June 26, 2010
3 or so weeks ago, my friend Rachel and I were hanging out. I was mad because my Mom wouldn't let me go out to eat with my friends. (Grounded, remember?) So I was throwing a fit about it and insisting she cook me dinner. Rachel, I'm sure, was annoyed.
So she insisted we cook dinner.
We loved it. We loved working with our hands, being in the kitchen, having a delicious finished product that everyone enjoyed.
So we did it again, the next Sunday.
And then we did it again.
Now, we're cooking once a week, and Rachel's blogging about it over at:
Hop on over there and read about our adventures, once a week, every week.