My kitchen is small — I joke that it’s a one-bootie kitchen — but that is largely true. Two people at work at these counters have to coordinate carefully. From the edge of one countertop to the other is only 6.5 x 8 feet. Space is maximized as much as possible and from this small (and, I think, charming) kitchen comes a whole lot of delicious cooking.
At no time has this been as clear as it is this past week, with JT home and my parents in town. I’m cooking family meals and prepping holiday treats on overload. With T’s help, I’ve made sour dough bread; coffee cake; pulled pork with coleslaw; baked potato soup; cowboy chicken; homemade salad dressing, 4 pounds (!) of baked potatoes; caramel pie; chocolate kahlua cake; a host of dips and appetizers for Christmas Eve………and the party isn’t over yet because Christmas Day supper is on the horizon.
The 20 plus years-old dishwasher is in overdrive, running loads three or four times a day. I am grateful each time it gurgles to life. And I am glad to have the blessing of family for whom I may stir, cook, and bake. Here’s to a happy Christmas Eve, y’all!
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