Cooking School

What do the following things mean? 1) Our living room has a large stack of cookbooks with post-it notes flagging various recipes. 2) My memory card on my camera is full of pictures of food that I cooked (with the hopes that one day I might write a blog post about the recipes). 3) I have bookmarked so many recipes on Internet Explorer that Husband has laughed and said that there are enough to last us the next 3 years. I think I have to finally admit that this girl, who once didn’t know how to bake chicken and subsisted on cereal-as-dinner for years, has finally found a hobby in cooking. I guess that’s the positive side of living in a small town with few restaurants. Now I’ve really come to enjoy cooking, and I actually look forward to it at the end of the day. I find it strangely stress relieving. (And any hobby where you get to eat after your efforts is a good one in my book!) This weekend I’m going out of town for work, and I’m so excited because I found a cooking class in the city! The class is going to focus on Italian food, which sounds so delicioso (ok, that’s actually Spanish, but you get the point). I somehow feel like I need to sign off saying, “Bon apetit!” (Again, not Italian.) (Let’s hope I’ll be able to make Italian better than I can speak Italian.)