Adrienne had mentioned to me she didn't even know how to cook a chicken. I was up for a challenge, and I suggested she come to my house but she wanted to do it in her own kitchen. I had no idea her chef would show up, and also I was clueless of the fact that he had been so vile about me. I don't think I had ever really spoken to him, having only ever been to dinner there once. I now know he is friendly with our ex houseguest. . .even so I would never have somebody who works for me, publicly trash a friend of mine. It just wouldn't happen, and I have to say it was very hurtful.
So back to the task at hand -- teaching Miss Maloof how to cook. There are easier things to accomplish, of that I am sure. Well, when I noticed her washing it with a moisturizing hand soap that was truly a first for me. I stared incredulously. Was she serious? Unfortunately she was. . ..so I knew then it was a fruitless task and hightailed it out of there. Chicken Palmolive. Yummy!