If you know me, then you probably know I was a tomboy growing up. I enjoyed the outdoors, and spent every day after school outside. I played street basketball with all the guys in my neighborhood, and I wasn't half bad. There were many skinned knees, but I didn't really mind. It made me feel tough, playing with the guys and not crying when I got hurt.
Some of these things are the reason that friendships with guys came naturally for me. I always thought girls were too high maintenance. They were always really sensitive, and they hold grudges for all eternity. That was just way too intense for me, so I liked my place as "one of the guys." It took me a long time to realize that I didn't REALLY want to be "one of the guys." Go figure; I'm a girl and need to act like one. :)
It has been a process, but God has really shown me what a blessing it can be to have great girls in my inner circle. I cherish the fun I have with them and the crazy things that we can laugh about together. Plus, they know the real secret about me...I'm such a sap! Shhhhh, don't tell anyone! Most importantly, we can challenge each other with what God is teaching us and share how we can pray for one another.
Anyway, here are a couple photographs of the food that McKenzie made from our Girls' Night last weekend. I find it amusing that I didn't actually take any pictures of the girls; what was I thinking?
Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
7.14.2010
6.09.2010
Crabs...the good kind!
I have two friends that really enjoy cooking. McKenzie is one of them, and I was stoked to be invited over recently for dinner. I didn't have a portrait shoot, so I thought it would be fun to take pictures of the scrumptious food that she made.
Dinner included crab legs, asparagus, salad with homemade dressing, and bread. It was one of the yummiest dinners that I've had in quite some time, so I was very thankful for her hospitality. Don't be jealous, and don't you dare try to steal my spot at her dinner table after you see how everything turned out.
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