My former student Courtney is from my neck of the woods, and over lunch a while back, I'd lamented how most of my friends are 90 minutes away. A month later, she said she'd achieved a critical mass of people who couldn't stand Seattle pizza, and would I consent to teaching a cooking class?
Transparent, but appreciated. And so I taught this half dozen people how to prepare New York style pizza.
Courtney is some sort of genius. The intervening months have been a litany of invitations to come over for pizza. This is like a dream I had once.