On the Friday after Thanksgiving, The Swede, his two sisters, and I took his mom to a cooking class to celebrate her birthday. I’ll tell you more about it later, but know that we now even stellar-er cooks than before, had an excellent group of participants (besides, us, of course), about 15 in all, and there were massive amounts of food.
And you can bring your own wine. As much as you like.
Thankfully, we all walked away with all of the fingers and toes and appendages we entered with.
Along with a new fondness for using bricks as cooking utensils.