Reserve Your Suite and Find Your Favorite Recipes 

Yes, I do know that I have powdered sugar all over me. I give careful hugs. Unless I really like you. Then watch out.

I hate oatmeal. Unless it’s in cookies. Or cobbler. Or muffins. Don’t judge.

I use Hanukkah candles instead of birthday candles.

They’re prettier.

Hanukkah candles

It’s normal for me to smell like Liz Claiborne perfume & bleach.

The keys to our suites have traveled more than I have since we’ve opened.

I heart fall and I heart warty pumpkins best.

It’s pantry cleaning day. My favorite day of the year, month or whenever I get around to it. I thought I’d share my shame with you today so that you can feel better about yourself. My pantry is especially out of control.

Believe it or not, magic happens here.

Don’t judge.

Cleaning my pantry means that the stove…

… the countertops…

… and the baking station are all out of commission for a couple few hours.

I’d rather be baking.

But, alas, my efforts are worth their while.

It’s not alphabetical but it is orderly.

Said two months ago in the Morauski home, “I thought we had some Sternos too, honey. I guess we’re out. Darn.”

You find pretty things when you organize. But then things can happen. Things can happen a few days later that make you, well, drop your mouth open in shock…

With one broken shelf, three shelves worth of work are ruined.

Good Christian women do not swear. Good Christian women do not swear. Good Christian women do not swear.

The end.