Domestic Goddess: The Transformation Begins

I feel something stirring—A Good Thing. I can feel it seeping into my brain and hands; I can feel it shaping me. It rises up in very clear ways…

…like these deviled eggs…


…and my collection of Patio Tomatoes and flowers…



…and here, in my Nicely Set Table.



It rises up when I say to Andrew, “I’m so excited about cooking dinner for your parents—we can use our new serving pieces!” It rises up when I feel a thrill of excitement over using a new granite cheese board.

For now, the dust bunnies and piles of leaves on the terrace keep it all at bay. But it’s lurking, biding its time, while I spend ungodly numbers of hours at home and look for diversion desperately wherever I can find it (and if that happens to be in my kitchen cabinets, then so be it). The transformation begins.

Comments

Michelle said…
All I can do is ask why. why, why, why are those deviled eggs *not* on a deviled egg tray??
9:50 PM
Margo said…
I know. I felt like such a fraud, putting them on a regular plate. But I only made a few eggs, and the tray holds approximately 24. I had to make a judgement call...Such is the life of a fledgling Domestic Goddess.
12:46 PM
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