Part I: A tribute to pre-PCP life in my kitchen...
Goodbye, liquor cabinet;
happy age-ing, expensive red wine;
I'll see you on the flip side, veuve clicquot;
our time will come again, someday, Barros Porto.
Don't wait up for me, Ice Cream Maker;
Sit tight, muffin pans;
Have a nice summer, cake plate.
(cuisinart, ignore this message - I'll see you very soon!)
Oh Kitchen Aid...
This goodbye is the hardest,
but we'll only part temporarily!
And after all, I love you not only for your superb mixing skills,
but for your promise of multi-generational existence.
You'll wait for me, of that I'm sure.
I'm sorry to say that you will be crowded for at least 3 more months. Please try to stay fresh, so I can use you in the fall!
Like grains of salt in the baking cabinet,
so will sit the rolling pin and cake pans.
Our love affair has been intense, and long-term.
I hope you'll understand when I don't touch you for 90 days, but you may be with me for the rest of my life, since I hope to use you oh-so-sparingly forevermore.
From truffle to olive, grocery shelf variety to fancy schmancy, I wave goodbye to you, oil (and balsamic fig delicious sauce stuff too) and quickly shove you into the cupboard for fear of going back on my word.
Cheese boards, cheese knives, you light up my life.
Please stay well-seasoned and beautiful.
I will definitely be back for you, but perhaps our visits will be a bit less indulgent, a bit less frequent.
P.S. I'll miss you the most.
To all my past loves, I'll quote Naoko and Samantha Jones when I say, "I love me more."