“I want to take all our best moments, put them in a jar, and take them out like cookies and savor each one of them forever.”
― Crystal Woods
I love spending time in my kitchen all year round, but in December, it’s one of my favorite places to be. For starters, it’s the warmest spot in the house, as both of my ovens are put to work most days. There are twinkly lights and a jingle-bell wreath tied with a satin bow in my favorite color (turquoise) hanging in the window above the sink. There is a playlist of my favorite classical Christmas music playing on repeat from the speaker on my desk. And from my kitchen island, there is a clear view of our Christmas tree and the fireplace in the family room, the tree decorated in icy shades of blue and green and the mantel dressed in silver with four ivory stockings hanging in a row.
But… lest you think from that description that my kitchen is a peaceful, quiet place—in December or at any other time of year—allow me to dispel that image right now: …