It all started so innocently. A friend mentioned the show, and I scoffed. “How hard can it be?” I asked. Famous last words, my friends. Famous. Last. Words.
I thought I was a good cook. I own a garlic press, for crying out loud. I even have a special olive oil. That was my first mistake.
I invited four acquaintances over for my “elegant” dinner party. I chose a theme: “A Taste of Tuscany.” I’d never been to Tuscany. I’d been to a Pizza Hut once.
