There are two women in my life who will be intense homemakers and hostesses when they are married. One is my college roommate, the other is our mutual friend, Christianna, with whom we shared an apartment for half of our senior year. She is a baking machine and cares deeply for her cookie sheet. Now, while Christianna appreciates my sarcasm, she rarely dishes it out herself, so when the following occurred, I was a bit surprised:
One of our underclassmen, Katie, was doing homework with me in the living room while Christianna prepared an egg casserole for the next morning’s breakfast. We heard Christianna mention that the casserole already looked so good that she wanted to eat some right now.
“So, eat some,” responded Katie.
Silence followed, then came a voice from the kitchen:
“It’s raw, genius.”
*please excuse the poor image quality!