I am a domestic goddess

[zingerella]

It's 18h30, and the soup is soup, awaiting the ravioli. The cake is dresssed and sitting in the fridge. The cookies are arranged on a platter. The cider is mulling on the stove. The pastries are in the fridge, awaiting baking (my brother won't be here until 7:30, so there's no point in baking things that taste better warm until closer to the time

Comments

[human_loser]

yay for you!

Domestic is not the only type of goddess you are.

*kiss*

[eclecticmagpie]

Dang! *I* was going to say that!

[zingerella]

Awwww....

*kiss* to you too. Wish you were here to behold the splendour, partake of the bounty, and help with the washing up.

[zingerella]

Awwww....

*kiss* to you too. Wish you were here to behold the splendour, partake of the bounty, and help with the washing up.

[eclecticmagpie]

What could be more warm and inviting than a bookshelf full of hedgehogs? Besides a Domestic Goddess with a kitchen full of food, that is.

*I*, on the other hand...no, no, I had better not say anything about the ramen noodles; it will look like I am seeking sympathy, whereas the truth is that I *like* ramen noodles. Now to find the can opener for the tunafish.

[zingerella]

Even if it were a bid for sympathy it would fall on deaf ears. You see, in a clean kitchen I could cook a similar feast for much more congenial company.

Also? You had latkes last night, while I was nibbling bits of cooking and otherwise skipping dinner.