The Professor and I are in a little bit of a shock to find ourselves mid-November already; I’m not sure why, but when I was younger, I wanted nothing more than to grow up and become an adult. As an adult, I want time to stand still so I can catch my breath for just one New-York-minute. And I’m absolutely certain that if I were to take a poll asking if anyone else is having this same experience, I’d be looking at raised hands as far as my eyes can see . . . which really isn’t that far . . . but that’s a different story for another time.
I’m not sure there has ever been a winter when I waited for spring to arrive with as much anticipation as this last one; it was a winter that just kept on giving and would not quit. Unseasonably cold and arduously long, when spring finally made its way to the Midwest we all uttered a collective, ‘Hallelujiah!’
This is a post I’ve wanted to write for a while now because almost two years ago, The Professor and I completed a mini-kitchen update and streamlined our pantry into one area. Before then, we had pantry items stored on shelves in our basement, on a shelf above the stairs leading to the basement, on shelves in our studio area, an extremely deep pantry, and non-functional cabinet in the kitchen and anywhere else we found empty. There are just two of us. I may need an intervention.