Some strange thing is starting to occur among many of my friends. First they all got married, then they all had babies. Now, they’re all blogging about cooking. While I know from marketing classes and work experience that “mommy-bloggers” are a force of interest in the marketing world (because if you pay them to rate your product, this somehow has more weight than paying, say, an expert in the field). But now I’m watching this start to occur among my friends. Every evening, about this time, they all post what they are cooking. It makes me hungry. So I either drag Geoffrey out to eat or make pasta.

But tonight I am actually cooking. Not for my loving husband and small child (because, much to my mother’s disappointment, I still don’t have one or more of those) but for some friends who are coming over to eat. And by cook, I mean, of course, that I have bought all the food and it is lined up neatly on the counter waiting for Geoffrey to get home and do something with it.

I did make tacos the other day that I’m assured were better than the ones you get Tuesdays at the Whig.

So, as far as what I’m Geoffrey is cooking for tonight…oh no, nevermind, it would not quite fit the balanced mealplan, healthy cooking mommy-bloggers.