Probably my favorite thing ever, cooking with friends. At the end of a long day, gathering never ceases to enlist joy, unless you’re cooking with the worst cooks in the world. Then, maybe rethink your friend-group.
If not, I’d love to join your crew, along with my assistant and truckloads of groceries and gear, jump in your kitchen and teach you some ropes. I mean, some recipes. You don’t need ropes. Unless you’re a climber. Then hire someone else to make you some ropes.