Must be a group member before inviting friends
“I ate this morning,” she says, as if my eating breakfast at 7:15 A.M. makes me an immoral sloth. “Arugula, roasted red peppers, un poco de goat cheese, a few capers, and a squeeze of lemon.” “Wow, Mom. You’re a proper chef.” “I would have made you some, but I know you don’t like arugula.” “I was like twelve when I said that. I eat arugula all the time now. I like arugula.”
