I'm [Sob] So Proud
[Dabs eyes, sniffles]
As you may remember, dear daughter spent the summer working in the kitchen at a camp up near Yosemite National Park. Working eight hours a day, six days a week, often in 100 F temperatures, sleeping in bare plywood huts, 20 miles from the nearest town. For a 16 year-old, it was the best summer ever. She made lots of new friends. Went to her first rowdy party. Tasted her first beer. Got an award as the best kitchen staffer. Was asked to apply for a supervisor's position next summer. And learned, to some degree, her way around a commercial kitchen. Her previous cooking skill was the painstaking frying of perfect cubes of tofu for our family's Chinese meals. This summer she was grilling burgers for 200. Oh, and all the work made her lose ten pounds.
Now she is home, and, besides the tan and the uncontrollable desire to bleach all the kitchen counters, there is another change in DD.
She has made herself dinner and photographed it.
I'm so proud. [weeps a little]
Herewith, a WFD image by DD, she calls it . . . "Ratatouille".