I Did Not Die. Instead I Made Merengues.

The majority of the public seemed to be under the impression that the world was going to end today. The weather reports all pointed to severe storms and possible tornadoes, and some big-shot weatherman flew all the way out her so he could "survey the devastation" tomorrow. My friends were freaking out. Fox News was reporting disasters of apocalyptic proportions...but that's pretty normal of them so I didn't pay much attention.

I don't generally buy into the mass hysteria that comes when expecting severe weather. I have never seen a tornado. And I know they happen, I know what this kind of weather is capable of- but since it's never happened to me I have a hard time envisioning it ever happening at all. So when storms come, I usually sit in silence and wave it off. Storms pass.i wish I could apply that kind of calm to my emotional life, but it seems that attitude is only present when it rains.

Anyway, I spent four hours at Madame's house shaving thin slices of zucchini and rolling them around a mixture of goat cheese and pesto. Unfortunately we didn't get to serve them to our guests because the dinner was cancelled. Oh well, I guess the plan is to host lunch for some nuns tomorrow afternoon instead. That should be fun. I do like these nuns. Some nuns are scary but these ones are cute and adorable.

Louder Than A Bomb is tomorrow, too! I am so excited. I'm not reading any individual pieces until the bout on Tuesday, but I am a part of tomorrow's group piece. Tickled Pink, Good Sport, and I wrote it together and we're performing it together as well. We're pretty connected to this piece. It's our baby, and it had an especially difficult delivery which very nearly ended in us punching one another in the ovaries. I'm glad it didn't. Wish us luck!

Bon Appetit!

I just got home from a four hour stint in my French teacher's kitchen. My class is serving a five-course meal in the traditional French style to some parents tomorrow night, and we've been working very hard on our dessert making skills.

I love my French class. We're a fantastic bunch. We work really well together, and to be honest we're all freaking hilarious. We also love to eat. I'm rather surprised that any of the food we made today actually made it into the oven. No doubt we'll be stuffing our faces with leftover macaroons tomorrow night.

Our teacher rocks. She's from France originally, and her family still lives there. But she's completely fluent in English, so upon first meeting her you'd have no idea she hasn't lived in the U.S. her whole life. She told me once that when she's trying to remember a book she's read or a movie she's seen, she sometimes can't remember if she read or saw it in English or in French. I can only dream of getting to that level in my language studies. Madame loves our class. She makes us all kinds of food and laughs at the silly things we say during class. I like to think she really appreciates us coming over to cook because we fill her usually silent house with laughter and all sorts of bavardage.

Let's hope there isn't a tornado tomorrow. We wouldn't want all those fancy foodstuffs to go to waste.