Pot Rack

02/2006

From now on, if I’m in the kitchen, I’m calling it cooking. If I’m standing in the kitchen, I’m cooking. Sitting in the kitchen? Cooking! Kissing in the kitchen? C-O-O-K-I-N-G. So, if I’m looking at the kitchen, I’m cooking. Got it? I swear, people look around my place and immediately chirp, “You don’t cook, do you?” like it’s the funniest thing in the world.

I don’t know what it is. Maybe the refrigerator stocked with one apple, one yogurt and one beer? Give me credit. If my guy wants beer, he’s got a beer. In a chilled pilsner, no less. Perhaps the pristine granite countertop? The absence of wooden spoons? Who knows?

Funnier still, my best friend (who cooks like I cook) designs cookbooks for (get this) the Food Network! I have every colorful book she’s ever done perched on my black, shiny countertop, pages crisp and clean. Maybe I’ll pitch a new show to the Food Network called “Crisp and Clean”. It will feature me and my hunk standing in our Williams Sonoma kitchen – cooking with style.

Because from now on, if I’m in the kitchen, don’t bother me, I’m – you got it – kissing.