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Kitchen On The Move

Byebye French Quarter

I feel like I haven’t been in my kitchen in ages!  

Well… I’ve been in my kitchen, it just hasn’t been to cook.  I’ve packed up my French Quarter kitchen and moved it box my box, beater by beater, to the Irish Channel.  It’s a process!  Do you know how many spoons I have?  A weird amount of spoons.  

Thank you for your patience with me as I get my life, my brain, and my kitchen sorted.  The thing is… I’m still the only person that writes this blog.  It’s just me, making all the donuts I want, and coming here to tell you about them.  That makes times like these… when I don’t have a stockpile of already shot and edited recipes, a little awkward.  Also, moving is hard on the brain, too.  I’ve considered using the packing tape to adhere my car keys to my forehead so I can stop losing them.  This blog is the real life (the super styled, extra delicious version) of my kitchen, so maybe this is a good time to take a few deep breaths and let it be what it is.  

Tron would agree.  It took him a day and a half to pack up all his toys and he’s a little stressed out.

Enough about me.  How are you?  Sincerely.  What’s inspiring you these days?  What are you hungry for?  Can I make you a Sazerac?  I’m practicing.  How should I christen my kitchen?  Stew?  Banana bread?  Chocolate chip cookies?  I need your guidance.  I think I packed my brain alongside my whisks.  

More soon.  Straight from the oven… something good, I promise.