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That's a phrase that - until fairly recently - should never have been uttered, let alone typed. And yet - there it was. Thing is - it kind of made sense. One never has enough room in the kitchen. Especially when one is my husband and is striving (and succeeding) in being a gourmet chef. (Of course - any restaurant he would have would be terribly exclusive, have two seatings a night, and be limited to two four-tops. This is his fervent wish when - and I emphasize WHEN - he wins the lottery) (of course - he need to actually play the lottery....) But there it was, and I stood there slack-jawed and drooling like all the other folks around me as we contemplated watching 'My Name is Earl' on our refrigerators. I guess I shouldn't be so dumbstruck, though. I mean - my mother is now emailing me jokes from her laptop computer and so is my father-in-law. They are both in their 70s and if they can adjust to the virtual world I guess I can adjust to a universe that has a cable-ready refrigerator in it. But does Alton Brown come with it? That's what I'm wondering.....
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listening to: Emmylou! thinking about: 2 days to Merlefest seems like yesterday...:
homeward bound - 19 January 2010 shameless self promotion: (~ waterblogged ~)
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