"Sometimes you put walls up not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to knock them down." ~ Unknown
So my family and I were invited to a friend's house last night for dinner.
First off, I thought I was a good cook. Anything I do in comparison is going to look extremely pathetic, next to what Ali made. Veal, this garlic spinach pasta (which I'm eating leftovers of for breakfast) and this salad that was intensely amazing. She swears she just used white vinegar for the dressing, but dear God, it was orgasmic.
There's this simplistic elegance to the way she cooks things, that I couldn't ever hope to mirror. I think it's the fact that she's a Spaniard. Or something. I have no idea. Awesome though.
We laughed, literally, all night long. It was the most fun I've had in ages. Honestly, I think it was the most fun I've had since I got married, as normal dinner things I go to involve drunk people (which make me miserable), and Ali's is a dry house. So grateful for her, for so many reasons.
Except the part where she told my son that it was okay to eat your babies.
He was playing a video game of hers, and asked how to protect them.
Seriously, I laughed so hard I had tears in my eyes. We all did.
God, I needed that.
