Stressed for Nothing
Last night I attended a vegetarian cooking class at Okanagan Table. It was something Daniela and I had looked at doing together but we could never find a class that would work for both of us, or stuff that she would eat. Remember she was sorta vegetarian, vegan, and gf however she had strange exemptions from it. Anyhow when she kicked me to the curb, I needed to learn how to cook with more plants. She controlled what we ate and how it was made. So while she thought she was showing me stuff, she wasn't. If I made it, I did it wrong. If she made it, I'd just shut up and eat it and appreciate that somebody had made me food. So I booked this class. I was super nervous the day of the class. For some reason I had it in my head that she would be there. What would I do, and how would I handle it? Also I was going by myself. I thought I would be the only person going on my own. Well suffice it to say I was so wrong on both accounts. There were maybe 14 people in the class,