I was in the car with my mum last night while visiting when my sister called to ask how to cook chicken. Hilary moved to Philly a couple of weeks ago, into her first real house, and it was so odd and kind of sweet to think of her, being the oldest and most responsible, but still figuring out how to make dinner from scratch. All through college she was a top RA taking care of people but I think now that she has her own space she’s still getting used to doing things only for herself. Also I guess after years of dining halls, it’s an adjustment to start cooking for yourself. Anyways it was kinda funny to give her tips about stuff, even if it was just how to bake chicken.