Himself's gumbo preparation is in full swing, I am on my eleventh or twelfth baking sheet of cutout cookies for The Girl's school bake sale (pecan, gingerbread and now sugar), and zydeco music is blasting. The kitchen is a complete disaster, but that's okay; it smells amazing in here!
Himself has the stovetop and one end of the island, I have the oven and the other end of the island--so far, we are managing to stay out of each other's way while both getting our cooking done. Good wine, good company, and good smells...this is a soul-feeding evening and for that I am grateful!
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