My Spinach, Your Kitchen?!

So yeah. I've been _ALLOWED_ to make the creamed spinach for Lum's Thanksgiving Dinner this Saturday. So long as I make it in HIS kitchen. Why, I demanded to know. Why can't I make it in my kitchen. My kitchen works, you know. Well, says the ever-tactful Lum, it's so that if you screw it up I can still fix it.

Flour, water, cream, cheese, spinach, salt, pepper and nutmeg. If I can't mix these ingredients together without screwing it up, it'll be a wonder how I manage to get up every day and brush my teeth without wetting the entire bathroom.

Wait. Did that come out right?

Anyway. As I was saying. Do I want to make the creamed spinach still, knowing that I'll have Lum breathing down my neck the whole time ("Is that how you hold your knife? What kind of creamed cheese did you use? Why are you stirring counter-clockwise?") or should I make the stuff at home and in peace, lug it over and incur the displeasure of my host? Hmmm..

Hang on a minute. What am I saying? Other people are bringing food. Are other people supposed to cook in his kitchen as well? Kerry, if you are reading this, please confirm if you will be baking the Tomorrow Cheesecake in Lum's kitchen as well. And please also confirm if you will be baking that cheesecake the day before. If not, then you should. No point telling all and sundry for 2 years in a row that the cheesecake we are eating today will taste better tomorrow.