A Night at Home

My friend of many many years came by tonight. She has just bought her first home. When she arrived, I had chicken in the oven. Did you make this yourself, she asked. Yes I said and then she said when did you have the time. I felt like my mother when I explained how to do the exotic shake and bake thing and when I told her how long it took she was amazed. I, of course, felt like such a domestic goddess. No one who knows me would believe that anyone would ever ask me for cooking advice. Go figure. Everyone is an expert when talking to someone who doesn't have a clue.