Four hours and a cup of coffee

I went to the Plaza today and met up with my oldest friend. J. and I have been friends since the beginning of 1985 and although we lost touch for a while, have picked up right where we left off and it is the most marvellous feeling. We spent four hours together, lingering over coffee, and catching up properly on the last 10 years or so.
We met in Home Science class and between the two of us managed to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory on a weekly basis. The only thing we got right in two years was a cheese souffle and we had bucket loads of fun. Now it would seem we are both really at home in the kitchen and quite experimental/adventurous cooks with a penchant for Jamie Oliver. How's that for ironic.