Some days are diamonds and some days are stones. Beginning on Friday, these past few days have been the most brilliant diamonds I can remember in a very long time.
It all started on Friday when, after demonstration was finished, the gang who prep and cook behind the scenes in the demo kitchen brought out a cake and began singing Happy Birthday. The whole room joined in, including me, and when they sang “…dear Shaaaaannon…” I think I projectile cried, stood up and blew out the candles. When I turned around to face the room and say thank you, I saw that Arden was snapping pix and beaming, pleased as punch. It was hard for me to not bawl; I was so moved by the thoughtful spectacle.