Friday, December 12, 2014
One of my friends who is great at cooking recently went to Germany. She then learned how to cook German food and invited me and two other women to have a German dinner. As always, she cooked a lot of food. Way more than we could finish. It was great, though. As always.
One of the other guests I had never met before. She had heard many strange stories about me, she claimed, though. I am not sure if that is a good thing, and she never told me what these stories were about even though I asked.