Driving in to look at homes today, Blair and I discussed what's essential and what's not.
"You know," I said. "I need to get over this fetish I have for huge, gourmet kitchens. It's not like I'm that great a cook."
"You're a passionate cook," said Blair.
"Define passionate," I challenged.
"Messy," said Blair. "Remember the Swedish Chef from the muppets? Your style of cooking bears more then a passing resemblance to his."
"Rude!" I said, laughing.
Rude, yes. But sadly, true. Enjoy.