What Cooking School?
Why doesn’t anyone give me advance warning about these things? Oh, we’re having a potluck party on Wednesday. This Wednesday? Somebody please bean me with a bookbag full of textbooks. (And before anyone asks, no, I cannot get out of attending the party.)
Okay, I admit to experimenting with different kinds of potato salad the past couple of weeks, but I’m a cook out of necessity–I want to be able to feed myself without killing myself at the same time. But Wednesday is way too soon. I know you’re really busy. You can just buy something and bring it. Oh no you don’t. You know I’m not the kind of person who will just cheat and buy a party platter at the local deli. Isn’t simply buying something one of those terribly gauche things you should never do at a potluck?
So I looked up a recipe which calls for orzo. What the heck is orzo? You may ask. Orzo is pasta’s imitation of rice, that’s what. Well, at any rate, now my fridge is filled with colorful vegetables and five pounds of orzo is sitting on my counter. And tomorrow morning before going to school, I’m going to try very hard not to make a mess of the kitchen.