In a shocking twist of events, one of my friends cooked for me. It was a nice change of pace — she did everything while I looked on in awe.
Now, it’s not particularly surprising to see my best friend in the kitchen. After all, I spent many nights with her in college making Nutella-filled croissants at 2 a.m. In the years since we graduated, she has tried to refine her palate a bit more — less macaroni and cheese and more avocado. When we were in college there were days when I was genuinely concerned about her cholesterol level as I watched her down plate after plate of bacon. Since graduating, she’s been sending me greener recipes that she found on Pinterest when she’s not sending me pictures of all the dogs she wants to adopt.