End of an era, 04.22.12
If you’re wondering where your pseudoweekly food porn is, join the club. My guess is that it’s somewhere between the 20-odd boxes of books and the mountains of kitchen utensils I just packed.
No but seriously: It’s my last week here at the Treehouse, as I close tomorrow on a new place on the Eastside. I damn near talked myself out of moving for fear of having to break in a new kitchen (and I’m sure the cat that adopted me is none too pleased either, seeing as he sat vigil outside my door for two days after I explained the upcoming move). As you might have gathered by the fact that, even now, the kitchen is only half-packed and I close tomorrow, I’ve been putting this part off for a while. I swore to myself I could keep up the baking while I transition, but let’s be honest: This is going to get worse before it gets better.
I’ll miss the Treehouse tremendously — its warmth, its incredible natural light, the fact that I can reach everything in the kitchen without moving a foot — but it’s time for bigger, better things (counter space! more than one cabinet! doors!), and I’m looking forward to unveiling the new home base of The Yeast I Can Do very soon.
Bear with me, gang.