So: I’m hosting my partner’s new coworkers. We’ve all been there. It’s never fun. You’ve been preconditioned to not like so and so, you’re told to love so and so, and the whole time you’re hoping you don’t reveal the love or contempt your significant other feels for them. It’s delicate—one of those awkward meals where you really hope the food just jumps up and orchestrates the entire conversation. So, naturally, yours truly, the Gigi Bowers, has spent the last day in a haze of panic cooking. Yes. The kind of panic cooking where you wake up at five in the morning to make vanilla pudding (more on that in a second).
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