The name "Dorm" is really an injustice to home we have in NY. It's more like a high class sorority house without the hazing and silly rules. (I de-activated Phi Mu years ago when they wanted to charge me a penalty fee for missing Sing practice because I was working in order to stay in school.) Sororities can get rather full of themselves, but the housing is far more desirable than a dorm. And so is our place. We have a nice communal living room, dining room and kitchen.
I love to cook and offered to cook group dinners pretty quickly. Anna also offered to make meals for us. I mean, how cool is it after being a Mom for 18 years and being expected to come home from a hard day's work and cook for your family in a reasonable time, to have dinner almost on the table when you walk in the door??? Heaven! Ruby and I came in from the snow and sub zero temps last week and smelled this mouth- watering aroma as we came into the lobby of the apartment, and when we walked into our unit, shouted "Yeah! It's coming from our place!!!"
Kick off coats and boots, pour the wine after the obligatory "Can we help with anything" and drink while watching "Wheel of fortune". It's a great life! I feel almost like a guy! The only difference is we do the dishes when someone else cooks. No problem!
Dinner is a one to two hour experience, depending on how deeply we pursue the "topic du jour". Coming soon...some of the juicy topics we discuss around the dinner table under the influence of our grape "truth serum"!
--Meredith
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