I have a wonderful friend named Donna.

We met at the beginning of the school year, in the 8th grade, and here we are, 33 years later, still close. I remember talking her into being my roommate in our early adult years, by telling her I’d do the cooking, and she gave in. Yay to that! It became a common occurrence for me to walk over from the kitchen to wherever she was in our apartment with my latest concoction on a spoon for her to try. She never asked what it was, and instead always tried it with gusto. It was like my own version of that TV show, The Taste 😉 Looking back, I have one thought:  Boy was she brave!