I would like to introduce myself. I am your owner. You probably don't recognize me because you usually see me through a haze of flour dust. I can see you clearly for the first time in two years and I think I love you.
I would like to apologize right now to Nate, who I begged for new kitchen cabinets eight years ago and I promised to keep the kitchen presentable if I could just get rid of my green cabinets that were thirty years old. You appeased me and I haven't kept up my half of the bargain. No one told me that a dishwasher was no good if you never unload it.
Another apology to the little old lady who owned my Hotpoint. I found the stove in your living room being used as a book shelf. The little post it note inside told me that you used your stove for thirty five years until your children replaced it with a new one. I made a silent vow that I would take care of it for you, and as I was scraping food from the crevices I realized that the stove would never ever be as clean as I found it at your house. Thank you for passing it on to me, an unworthy Hotpoint owner.
Hello, Pioneer Woman. I love your cookbook (Thank You, Donnelle!) and I have drooled on the pages. But, forgive me for displaying the picture of your messy kitchen in my clean kitchen. The Jalepeno Poppers look delicious, but it does my heart good to see you "Keepin' It Real." I plan on flipping it back and forth between this page and this one....
depending on whatever mood I am in.