Hey can I borrow your kitchen? Mine is a mess. It’s half of a mess. I’ve managed to unpack my favorite coffee mugs, my stand mixer, and my mason jars. I’ve basically unpacked everything pretty. The rest? The drudgery? Not interested. Those will stay in a box for a good while until I lose my mind and can’t live without my boring black plastic tongs for another second.
So… I’m going to need to borrow your kitchen. I’ll come in with random bags of baking groceries. I’ll raid your cabinets for mixing bowls and wooden spoons and I’ll make us some brownies.
Working in your kitchen will be much better then unpacking my own. I think they call this avoidance. Really delicious avoidance.
My friend Gabrielle let me use her pretty marble kitchen. I made a mess, but there were brownies in the end. Forgiveness through chocolate.