Friends

I never thought that one could make friends through e-mails. Well, I was wrong. This is a woman whom I met casually at the Six Flags Church. I think they added another flag recently but that gets me off the story I want to tell. She was a lector and I was a lector but that is not how we met either. I just saw her in church because of it. Well, the Big Herod did his Big Herod thing over there and I had to keep in touch with people by e-mail. I invited her to come to my cooking classes but she could not come except once because I only cook Italian and she is Irish and she could not stomach my stuff. However, we started to e-mail with each other and she has a great sense of humor and so we became friends. Lately she has come with me to another cooking class - we settled on Thai - which was agreeable to both of us and she has been very supportive and collated my recipes at the last moment. Otherwise the Thai stuff would have ended up Bavarian. Hot spicy bratwurst with Thai sauerkraut. I don't think anyone would have complained or noticed but since Rome is going back to Latin, week keep our cooking pretty orthodox, too. With Thai you also pray a lot that your gut does not disintegrate while you are eating. I have seen people getting disemboweled while they sit across from you. It is a big mess, believe me. Anyway we are purists: no dog meat in the soup, only pork or perhaps some moose from Maine when somebody sends us some road kill by FedEx.