I Don't Know What To Tell You

Except that I did not take any notes whatsoever in cooking class today. I ate very green soup and cleaned the bowl with seventeen pieces of bread and broke my red wine rule, and didn't leave a drop of the radish sauce from the fish dish either. Somewhere, cooking knowledge is soaking into my brain, and I'm sure one day I'll be brilliant at it. Or maybe not, maybe this is one of those things that I'll stop thinking I should be better at? Still making up my mind on that one.

Green soup never photographs well, but it sure did taste good.

And the radishes were so pretty.
And the company was good.