Tomorrow night I am going to a party. A party with a lot of rules. But also prizes.
I’ve got my casserole dish washed and ready two-thirds full of bacon cornbread, leftover from last night.
I’ve got my recipe perfected vaguely sorted out in my head, though I’ll inevitably change much of it as I cook.
I’ve got the ingredients lined up on the counter shelves of the grocery store, where I am going now.
Wish me luck.