As we anxiously count down the days until we move into our new house, I keep picturing us happily settled there with all of our things. Yes, I'm excited when I think about the double headed shower and the leg-shaving bench I've always wanted. I can't wait to dive into my very own swimming pool and sip wine in the hot tub with my husband. I see myself sitting in the front porch swing watching PB ride around the sidewalk with his new friends. Ahhh...
But my real fantasies lie in the kitchen.
When the boxes finally come, it's there I will start unpacking first. I will once again be reunited with my knives, measuring cups and sifter; my whisks, zesters and mixing bowls. Muffin trays, cooling racks, roasters and springform pans--I will find them each a space.
Lately I can't stay away from the food sites, cookbooks and the Food Network. I'm collecting new recipes like mad, breathlessly browsing kitchen stores and living in anticipation of the wonderful smells I will fill the new house with. I'm already planning a Christmas menu, thinking of the baked goods I'll greet overnight guests with and considering who our first dinner event should include.
It will probably be months before the other rooms get unpacked, and we'll live among boxes for awhile. But at least we'll eat well.
P.S. Thanks for all of the well wishes. I'm feeling much better today.