Something I didn't even know was on my bucket list has been achieved. I have cooked Thanksgiving dinner with Martha Stewart. I vow to follow the gospel of her teachings and do my very best in the remarkably less glamorous kitchen of my own home. . . without the luxury of magically appearing prep bowls filled by a staff of sous chefs.
College was to teach me that I was one of life's journeymen, eager to excel but lacking the requisite gifts.