Super obsessed with Julia Child — I played make believe with a whisk and an empty bowl — watching PBS reruns and  snacking — big time — on Doritos —  after school.

Glimpsing forward — fast into the future —  it seems —  and suddenly there we were — front and center — like two Siamese cats, the instructor said — taking a real French cooking class — complete with bright white aprons and checkered pants.

Flush faced from talking to spoons — way too much tasting and re-tasting — my twin sister was supposed to be making a Grand Marnier Soufflé.   Instead she found the elixir of life.

Who knew cooking could be this fun!

Then she sprinkled imaginary pixie dust — purple and pretty, pretty, pretty —  over her head.