Okay, since I’ve been slacking hard lately I’m going to try to round out the rest of this month by posting daily as I said initially said I would. Going back to the “things I love” idea makes this easier. I should have stuck with that to begin with but my empty head is constantly filled with fluttery moths and dusty cobwebs and I tend to write about whatever tangent said moth lands upon.
Things I love. My (our) kitchen. I love love love kitchens. Have you ever noticed that in any party or gathering, the social hub of such always becomes the kitchen, usually by accident. There’s something about a kitchen that’s primal and of course, nourishing. I love to cook. I always have although in my single days I found it frustrating to have leftovers for an entire week after making spinach lasagna, chicken enchiladas or a big crock pot of chili. I love growing spices and picking warm tomatoes off the vine. I peruse recipes and cookbooks like they’re porn. We received a Cuisinart for a wedding present and it brought me to tears. I love to cook.
So, when we got married and moved into Johnny’s (dilapidated farmhouse) home, I was crestfallen.
This… is a kitchen?