cookery.

this evening i attended the Taste of Home cooking school in my very own hometown. i was accompanied by my lovely somewhat-sister-in-law [just not by law], mary buckwheat. CAN you imagine a better last name than that? i think not.
we suffocated along through the mobs of hungry and talkative olderish women, had a few bites of goodies from display tables, and paid an arm and a leg to quench our thirst [which, by this time, had grown to be quite fearsome], with bottled water from source Less-Than-Mediocre.
then we settled into our excellent fifth-row seats and watched the cookery begin. everything was made with severely processed and highly convenient foods, and served up and raffled off in very stylish cookware. on the whole, it was quite educational.
upon leaving, i spied another girl from church, and we decided that we'd probably end up bringing the exact same dish to the potluck on sunday! [since we, obviously, have been culinary De-Challenged having taken in such an event.]
and so i blast off for dreamland with visions of cool-whip-filled and maxwell house-soaked-nilla wafer Tiramisu, and your awestruck face upon tasting the delightful fruits of my newfound kitchen aptitude, dexterity, and adroitness.
[as well as my skillful thesaurus usage capabilities. on that note, you really ought to look up "fruit" in the online thesaurus- you'll find it quite helpful when looking for new ingredients for your jello salads! pass the buffaloberries.]