So, funny story...

Autumn and I went to the store to get some bay leaves and an onion for the outrageous cooking party we were about to embark on. A helpful grocery store assistant brought us to the bay leaf section of the store, where we discovered that a jar of bay leaves costs about $5. After guffawing and calling my mom to see how essential bay leaves are to adobo (she yelled, "FIVE dollars?! FIVE dollars?! FIVE dollars?"), we decided to forget the bay leaves. Our cashier ended up being the helpful grocery store assistant who so graciously led us to overpriced spices and herbs, and he said, "No bay leaves, huh?"

We said, "No...we decided we don't really need them."

"So you're making...spaghetti?"

His detective skills are obviously not amazing -- we were buying an onion and a bag of ice.

I said, "No. We're making adobo."

Blank look.

"It's a Filipino dish...Asian..." As I said this, I just trailed off as it appeared nothing was registering for our friendly cashier (pun intended).

He said, "Oh, sounds good."

I said, "Um yeah, it's great. See you later."

Good news! Neither of us hurt ourselves or burned anything down or melted anything. Our adobo tastes like adobo and the lumpia was cooked perfectly.

Not too shabby for two undomestic women who started the evening out saying, "You can cook chicken, right?" "Kinda." "I can cook chicken too kinda, so we'll be okay, right?"

High fives and kudos for Autumn and me!