ODETTE'S POINT OF VIEW
That was the day when I failed my cooking lesson and didn't get to be the valedictorian of our class. I feel insecure telling my friends that I know how to cook. Eventually, I accepted the fact that if I can cook, at least I can eat. Who in this world can't eat right? I will accept it later on.
Back to reality...
Everyone's comment on the food I cook was good, even my Mom. I didn't expect to get a good comment from her. From the chocolate mouse cake up to chicken honey garlic, carrot potato soup, and even the Turkey I made, they even liked it. Bihari Kabab was the star of the night at our table. They even requested that it be made soon for our family dinner.
Dalle was playing with Jacob, Daniel, Ezekiel, and Lysander while my girls were having chit-chats with each other.
