Tessa
I was happy as we walked out of the Old Barrel and headed towards the small grocery store nearby.
We bought the ingredients we’d need, which turned out to be quite cheap when we split it three ways, then headed back to the house to begin the feast. Kim and Cheryl chopped meat and vegetables while I prepared the rice. It would need to bake after a good sautéing and simmering. Once that was in the oven, we started the rest. Cheryl made the guacamole, Kim worked on the pico de gallo, and I did the meat.
When we sat down to eat the table was covered in food with barely enough room for our plates and drinks. “To us.”
I raided my glass of sweet iced tea and the other girls joined me. “To us.”
I smiled, aware that this was one of the memories I’d think of in the future when I though
