Tonight we are having good friends over, or should I say some good friends are coming over - because really, it wasn’t our invite, it was theirs. They want to cook for us, (who would say no to that?) and it was our place or theirs, so I chose ours. Bigger Kitchen, bigger table, and I have no idea what to expect because they won’t tell us.

What I do know, is that it will be a gourmet meal, because Carlos is a Gourmet Chef. No, really. He is one of those guys who knows 7 languages, has started umpteen restaurants and then sold them, and is now a personal chef for a family that flies him all over the world… or wherever they want to go that week.

He gets a day off and wants to cook for us? Um… HELL YEAH!

I was told to get my ‘cooking gloves’ on (English is not his first language), so perhaps I will learn something tonight that I didn’t know, or taste something I have never tasted.

I will let you know all about it later - or perhaps tomorrow. I may fall into a total food coma and end up drooling on the couch, unable to formulate complete sentences, or even whole words.

God I hope so.