"Cooking classes, huh?  I've never taken any.  Dad barbequed sometimes, but other than that, he was a pretty bad cook.  Learning how was the only way I got anything decent to eat," Jenna said, laughing softly at the memory.  I can remember, I was maybe eight or nine years old?  I got a copy of<em>The Joy of Cooking</em>from the library.  I used to watch Julia Child reruns on TV, too, when my friends were watching cartoons."<br/><br/>She pried open a biscuit with the fork Brook handed her and then slathered it with some butter, popping a bite into her mouth.  It was delicious, tasting as good as it smelled.  "Ah, it melts in your mouth.  Good job, Brook!"  Her enthusiasm for good food was evident in her voice.  "Come on, sit down and have one while it's still hot.  I can't believe the guys are missing this.  But then, they did a lot of really heavy lifting last night and they've got to be exhausted."<br/><br/>"So, tell me, what do you think so far?  I'm so interested to see how this turns out."