I’ll confess: I’ve never been to a “real” high school party in my life. Maybe it’s because I’m not-so-secretly a philosophical old cat lady inside, but I’ve never been tagged in a goofy basement photo on Facebook, or elaborated upon a wild story about my weekend to eager Monday morning ears. Perhaps it’s because I’ve been too busy in the kitchen all of these years.
As my friends will tell you, my favorite thing in the entire world is cooking for other people. Nothing gives me more pleasure than meticulously planning menus, spending hours rolling fresh pasta by hand, and delicately assembling decadent desserts just to see the look of delight that spreads across someone’s face when he or she takes a bite. To me, the best feeling in the universe is knowing that something I created could make another person smile.