(Aside from laundry. I did six loads of that. It was AWESOME.)
I took a cooking class at Sur La Table!
For those who aren't familiar with SLT (which, I now realize is an abbreviation perilously close to slut), it's a store for cooks of all shapes and sizes and levels of expertise (or non-expertise). It's basically crack for anyone who likes cooking. Or pretty things. Or gadgets.
What I'm saying, is: it's heaven.
And for my birthday, my dad and step-mom got me a three hour cooking class called "Special Occasion Brunch."
In the class, I learned to make a perfect French omelet. (Didn't actually do it myself yet, but I bought the pan for it, so I'm sure mine will be just as perfect as the one done in the class. Totally.) And hollandaise sauce from scratch. And an insanely yummy mushroom quiche. And jalapeno butter for corn muffins. And french toast like you can't even imagine. And strawberry jam. And PIE CRUST!!!
Who isn't on a constant search for the perfect pie crust?
Well, me, now. Search over.
It was an absolutely blissful way to spend a Saturday afternoon. I'll be going back in a few weeks for a knife skills class.
Which reminds me. When I emailed my assistant to put the new class on the calendar, this is what she emailed back:
"So I'm guessing you had fun at your cooking class?
That, or you're training to be an assassin."
Dad? Anna? Assassin class next birthday?