Matt and I are living alone for the first time. Our dream of creating a home together is now officially coming true.
Lucky thing that we got married because between Matt and I, we had approximately three saucepans and 75 bowls (I have a bowl fetish) When our housemate moved out we realized that we had been riding on the bounty of his gear for quite some time.
Insert – wedding presents!
Creating our kitchen has been the most fun. Do they say that the kitchen is the heart of the home? If they do, I agree. Every time we have a party the entire house could be empty, but there is gridlock in the kitchen. It’s as if the life force itself emanates directly from the oven and swirls around the kitchen island. Do you ever notice this?
For this reason, I am grateful for one gift in particular – the George Forman grill.
My friends will laugh when they read this because they know that I literally light up when I talk about “The George” or “George” or “Georges” (said in thick french accent).
We received this gift only last week and have used, excuse me, the shit out of it. I find it hilarious that an appliance could make me so happy, particularly one as silly and home-shopping-network-info-mercial-cheesy as the George Forman grill, but goddamn. I love this grill.
Look out Matt.