…eat your heart out!
Okay, well, maybe Martha would do better. Actually, I’m sure she would, but every once in a while I surprise myself in a moment of rare domestic goddessness. Yesterday was one of them. The DH was out of town for the weekend and I invited a couple of the girls over for Sunday brunch. Mimosas, eggs sardou, fresh fruit (melon, pineapple, and strawberries, pear/walnut/gorgonzola salad over mixed baby greens, cranberry muffins, and molten chocolate babycakes. Yes, all of the above prepared by yours truly. The house was sort of clean and cleaned up. White linen napkins tied with fresh ivy cut from the backyard. I even put together a lovely floral arrangement from my yard. Kwanzan cherry blooms, dogwood and spirea.
Whew! I think that’ll do me on the domesticated goddess front for several months.:thankyou:
