Sundays, when I’m not out seeing the world, my friend KD and I get together at his place. One of us cooks, we watch some movies or some ‘serials’ (his vocabulary choice, not mine), smoke some shisha (out on the balcony when it’s not winter) and chat.
This Sunday it was my turn to cook, which is always exciting since my own kitchen is about the size of a closet and is seriously lacking an oven. I attempted to make spinach artichoke dip, but since I neglected to drain the frozen spinach, it turned out more like spinach artichoke soup. (The good thing about cooking for someone who didn’t grow up with the same foods as you is you can play it off when something doesn’t turn out exactly as you had intended. Dip is supposed to be runny!)
Luckily, the apple crisp that I made for dessert more than made up for my soupy appetizer.
Before I turned into Martha Stewart, we went to a Volksfest down the street. We paid entirely too much for an awful haunted house (though KD finally jumped out of his skin at the very end… so not entirely a loss) ate some Bailey’s flavored roasted almonds and then quickly returned home to defrost.