I miss my kitchen.
And my husband. Right. Him, too. But it has been 3 days since I have constructively set foot into a kitchen to cook. I find myself wandering into my mother-in-law’s kitchen, opening anything with a hinge, gently shutting it, and shuffling out again. It’s pathetic. I could cook if I wanted to, it’s not that I am forbidden. No, I am restraining because my mother-in-law has dietary restrictions and it’s just not nice to wave said restrictions in front of the restricted.
Luckily!! My friend who lives here is a HUGE cook. Shortcake and I are headed over there and I plan on taking all the ingredients for fudge, cookies, and caramel. Oh yeah, it’s ON! Hope she doesn’t plan on hanging out and relaxing because I am commandeering her stove.
*Maybe I should tell her that.