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.