Anyone can cook*
(*not necessarily well)


'Don't know about you, but I LOOOVED the movie, 'Ratatouille.' (Gusteau, R.I.P.)

This past week, 5 lassies joined an evening Hip Cooks Class (great initiative, Kell!) where we learned to 'chiffonade' and prepared a meal for 15 consisting of: Tri-colored potato salad, Moroccan Chicken and a Chocolate Tart with purple butter, which we all got to enjoy, once prepared. A very fun time, indeed!


Kelly arranged the evening for Ginger, in honor of her birthday.


Sarah toasts with her third vodka, straight up.


The others students stare in disbelief. (Hi Carri & Will!)




Some of us student chefs were getting cranky that it took so long to serve the fermented grape juice.


Denise and her look bear a striking resemblance to Collette, from Ratatouille. I wonder if being a gourmet chef just tends to bring that out in people?






Sarah, Denise, the Moroccan Chicken.

Ginger, our teacher Erica, and Kelly.

Meanwhile, Mike, Audrey and Matt played Golf Wii at the McCormicks...


The next evening, in complete rebellion to my newly acquired culinary knowledge, we had Belgian waffles (complete with homemade, naturally colored and not overly-whipped cream) for dinner, before watching another episode of Pride & Prejudice. (Mike may need to listen to some heavy metal to compensate for lost testosterone in the coming week.)


Not sophisticated, perhaps. (I'm still willing to bet any of the Hip Cooks would have traded their Moroccan Chicken for one of these babies Friday night. )