... right, and then there was the night I made the seafood gumbo and the cornbread. With my notes from cooking school. That came out real good.
That's called making a roux. Fortunately for me I had a sous-chef that evening.
That was a fun weekend. One thing I remember was that meal. Another was a guy who took my dopey enthusiasm for the BBC series "Top Gear" and one-upped it (times ten) with the story of how he and his brother went to Vietnam and rented Vespas and rode from Saigon to Ha Long, just like on the show's awesomest coolest (and least automotive) episode. Yeah, that guy and the memory of how different and generally unpleasant my city is walking home across downtown at exactly 2AM Saturday in the middle of the semester.
Thanks for the visit Sister-Molly. Evidently my old house is a bit drafty...