I know, right?! I live in the place known as the Easter Egg House! There should be an egg rolling contest on the lawn! Mark should be standing on the front porch in a big blue Easter bunny suit, waving at the landfill-bound truckers driving down 235!
Next year, for sure.
I blame it on missing out on snagging these awesome egg salt and pepper shakers at the Plain City Auction, in Plain City, near Columbus. I needed them to set the tone for the holiday. I submitted an absentee bid and didn't show up in person to fight off all other comers.
Actually, we weren't sure our kitchen was going to be done. But it was! Last Tuesday, on the same day I had a day-long job interview, the countertop crew came in and topped off our cabinets with a gorgeous chunk of granite. The next day, the guys shimmied, wrestled and cajoled the oven, dishwasher and mammoth refrigerator into place.
I came home to a finished kitchen. Finished. Kitchen. No more washing dishes in the basement. No more hauling pork loin and spaghetti squash to the kitchenette at Our Lady of Lourdes.
Well, actually, there was one more haul, to my parents in Avon for dinner today. I brought a serving platter, a big long cutting board, coriander seeds and a mortar and pestle, for my favorite roasted salmon recipe. And yes, since you asked, it was delish.
Mark has commented that I haven't shown a lot of enthusiasm for my finished kitchen. Well, my excitement was muted by the daunting thought of wiping off all the construction dust from my plates, cups, small appliances and spice bottles, and putting them away. The construction job was done. Now my job was starting. I was up until 2:00 AM for several nights this past week, visualizing how I was going to move through the space and where I needed to put my stuff.
How nice to not have to stuff the stuff. I had to get creative in my tiny BedStuy kitchen, balancing angels on the head of a pin. In this kitchen, there are empty shelves and drawers.
Don't worry, I'm sure I'll fill them.