The summer between high school and college, I nannied for our neighbor’s family up in the mountains of North Carolina.
Bartlett, the mama of the family, loves to entertain, so while my primary job was supposed to be nannying her two girls, sometimes I wound up so entrenched in cooking with Bartlett that she would hire a babysitter so we could do our thing in the kitchen. (And when there were “dinner dances” at the club? Bartlett would insist that I attend as their guest, again—and hire a babysitter to stay with the girls. It was the most fun summer “job” you can possibly imagine.)
