Beth wrote:Yes, Debbie, it was an absolutely beautiful kitchen. I did get one pic that's not all that great....shows a slab of granite with some people standing around the other island and the gorgeous Wolf range. You can't really tell how large both islands were....they were identical. I think the ladies were cleaning up after putting away all the leftovers from the buffet meal they had set out.
Everything about this kitchen was 'top shelf' and done with wonderful taste, although I would think the corners of the islands would look better 'rounded off' instead of with the decorative carving (probably done a few years ago when that edge design was really in vogue).
Yeah, you're absolutely right about those island corners, Beth. You've got to be careful when straying from normal clean lines when designing as stuff like that has a tendency to look very dated in a couple of years. It would be an easy fix, though, since that edge design is outward, don't you think? The only thing disappointing I noticed was the room sure didn't seem to have a lot of natural light -- were windows lacking, or perhaps there was a huge awning or something off the kitchen which though wonderful while sitting outside, blocks natural light from a home. I love tons of windows (and we're lucky to have 'em, too) but especially in a kitchen, as it just livens up the space so much and you spend a lot of time there, too, so it's so important to me.
Loved your story about your travels with Lyn and really enjoyed not only your descriptions but the pics, too -- that French Quarter Tavern looked adorable, as did the food! You're too right about men wanting to set speed records in the car and the hurry up stuff that happens, even though I was always able to travel mind boggling distances without the need for a restroom.
Your stories about your trip with Lyn reminded me so much of my road trips with my friend Linda (in August, we'll have been friends for 45 years; I've known Linda and my friend Mary, who's not friendly with Linda but was the one who introduced me to her, both that long -- longer than I've known Brian!). I wrote a very long email to you guys about some of the hilarious adventures Linda and I have been on, including food references, and just now lost the message. Grrrrr! I really should go into Word when I find myself typing a long message, as when they get really long, I invariably hit something and off they go into computer oblivion.
Anyway, thanks so much for your recounting! There was a "blip" of some sort with cable today (the power didn't blink but the cable on the two TVs we were watching did) and of the four TVs in the house, one refused to get a picture afterwards and, of course, that's the one in our master bedroom! Miss Can't Sleep Through the Night and her dear close friend Miss My Back is Literally Killing Me reside in that bedroom -- my sad sack self uses that TV to not only amuse myself but also to distract myself from times when my pain becomes overwhelming and the opiods don't work for some reason -- you can't take another one so you just have to live with the pain until at least six hours pass and hope the next one will pick up the slack. The longer you go without taking a pain pill is best, of course, as the relief they give you then feels much much better. Though I've resigned myself to doctors telling me I will be on such medication for the rest of my life, the opiods for which I'm extremely grateful still scare the bejesus out of me!
Luckily, I'd just purchased two novels and zoomed through the second half of one this evening -- a good book for me, as I laughed a lot and then ended up crying of course. A good story without a pat ending. Just about to start a detective thriller written by a Brit who's a former cop and journalist, Paul Finch; the book is "Strangers" Are any of you big readers? Though I've gotten away from it in the last couple of years, I've always been lost without a book. Love having one in my purse when sitting in a doctor's waiting room, as I become very impatient but an hour passes very quickly if I'm engrossed in a book. Non-fiction is what I primarily read and enjoy -- I love a good storyteller!
But your lengthy email was just the medicine I needed (a "tonic" as the really old ladies would say). And though I lost my huge message to all of you, I had a lot of fun remembering those times with my friend and was certainly distracted from tonight's really intense pain. Tomorrow a friend is coming to do plumbing work on our non-functioning toilet in the master (first, it was running from the little holes INSIDE the toilet bowl, which my cleaning lady noticed; then it stopped filling at all, well, you can get a small flush from it about once an hour if you hold the handle down to flush it. So we've been flushing it for a couple of days with a large container of water.) Vincent, our friend who apprenticed as a plumber years ago, and the cable repairman can entertain one another, as they'll be here at the same time. Hope all will be functioning properly tomorrow evening.
In a final mention of food, we had eggplant smothered with ground beef and onions, garlic, celery, and diced poblano peppers; turned out really good and I beefed up the flavor with some concentrated beef au jus and some red wine; used dried thyme, fresh thyme and some red pepper flakes, too. Brian chopped everything for me, peeled the eggplant and made the rice we served it over -- so he made it easy peasy for me. We hadn't had eggplant for a while and we really enjoyed it; it will be even better tomorrow. I'll make a nice salad too as we have some very ripe homegrown tomatoes (we've been enjoying cherry tomatoes for well over a month but just picked our first larger tomatoes ruby red off the vine), cucumbers I bought at the farmer's market, a big beautiful head of variegated leaf lettuce, and some nice spicy radishes. I'm going to throw in some capers and make a creamy type vinaigrette dressing for a change.