Welcome to my kitchen.
I had a hard time getting a shot with a clean space.
Truth be told, it NEVER looks like this. If it does, one of two things have happened:
The kids left home, or…
We are having the Pope over
Seeing as neither would happen, I made an exception and cleaned it up for you.
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Welcome to the final day of our week-long adventure in Candace’s kitchen. We hope you all enjoyed this week as much as we did. Candace’s week was certainly filled with ups and downs, but she really did a fantastic job of persevering. Each day was filled with wonderful, healthy meals and Candace’s post were filled [...]
Like Mother, Like Daughter. We are a family who live in Central Massachusetts. My husband is a Boston Irish Catholic from a big family. His upbringing was smack dab in the middle of respectable Catholic America, not untinged by 60s unrest.
I am about as different from him as you can get: I’m an only child, my parents are divorced, my father was an immigrant from Egypt, I was raised on the cutting edge of the feminist/relativist/sexual self-fulfillment/diversity revolution. My upbringing was smack dab in the middle of 70s hippie snotty know-it-all America, not untinged by anomie.
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