Morgan’s boyfriend’s birthday is this weekend. She wanted me to help her make lasagna, ahead of time for the freezer, because I’ll be rather occupied this weekend. I also helped her make a green bean casserole, and she’s going to make homemade bread on Saturday–she knows how to make bread by herself. She’s been surprisingly interested in cooking lately for a girl who’s always said she “hated cooking”–kind of like how she used to tell me that she “hated reading” and now her room is like a library. She told me she wished she could make him a cake, too, but she’s never made a cake from scratch and didn’t want to make it advance. I told her she needed to leave his family something to do. She said, “They use store-bought box mixes at his house!” You know, in a tone of near horror.
I was so delighted.