I have this bad habit when I bake. I seldom read the directions in full before I start making the recipe. I mean, I have good intentions to do so, but my impatience gets the best of me and I just start baking. My mom did not understand this. I would mess up whatever I was making and she would ask, “Well, did you read the whole recipe first?” Ya, ya, ya.
It turns out that women’s book clubs are the same, even in Zurich. There is always an assigned book, and there are always the essential food groups; wine, apps, and dessert. But the best part of it all is that you don’t actually have to read the book. Don’t get me wrong, I like reading, but I don’t want to have to skip a book club if I didn’t get a chance to finish the book. It’s a wonder to me why we even bother to call it book club in the first place, but I won’t fight it. It sounds distinguished and is a great excuse for a girls night in.