I'm sure there are many women tonight enjoying a glamorous evening, arms cool against a glossy bar, stiletto heels hooked under the rail, while one hand tilts a sapphire cocktail toward her lips and the other rests lightly on a gentleman's knee.

That was not my evening. My evening found me in sheepskin slippers, blanching produce for the freezer. I couldn't have been happier.


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