C43 cooking lessons

I was a nervous wreck.

Biting my nails and walking aimlessly around my house while I waited for Rachel to arrive.

I had to make a perfect dinner.

I have no idea why it meant so much to me but it did.

Also I knew my best friend.

As soon as I tell her what kind of help I need she would be drilling for information about reasons behind my need to learn how to cook.

I was never good at it