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Well kids, this is going to ruffle some feathers. And you know what? I don’t care.
Today, I’m having a moment. Perhaps because I watched way too much I Love Lucy this weekend. You know what I want to do? I want to go for a walk. I want to go for a walk right out of my doctor of jurisprudence heels and walk into a frilly apron and a dress that I put on just for baking/cooking and all that jazz. I want to spend all day in the kitchen cooking for people who don’t exist. Food makes me happy. Watching people eat food makes me happier. Watching people eat food and enjoy it makes me happiest.
I appreciate all of you corporate ladder climbers. I’m perfectly happy climbing my two-step stool to retrieve my mixer from the top of the cabinets. I can still do this in Louboutin’s mind you. And I’ve just spent the past 30 minutes brainstorming buttercream with my dear friend KJ in the Netherlands. We were discussing Madagascar Bourbon Pure Vanilla Bean Paste and those six words just slid out of my face like butter on a slip-n-slide. It makes me way too excited for words and I love it.
And I won’t apologize for it.
The difference between me and Ms. Thang in the picture above? My skin is a lovely shade of mocha and my hair is thick and woolly. Otherwise – we’re soul sisters.
I just want to spend my days in a kitchen.
And my nights doing 501(c)(3) applications & writing IP cease & desist letters.
All the time. That would make me happy.
I feel ya sometimes. That is all.
Ha! Sometimes that's just the way it is…
dude…DO IT! You know the minute I get back from the NL, I'm gonna toss my JD and join you!