I had the intriguing sensation of being home alone last evening. No husband, no kids … just me, myself, two crazy dogs and the new Pottery Barn Kids catalog.
I made something I never make. Something I crave and enjoy. Something normal people crave and enjoy — but something my family will not eat. I’m sorry, a BLT isn’t the same when it’s a B-L.
What’s not to love? Thick, juicy slices of ripe, red tomato. A very, very thin spread of mayo on lightly toasted wheat bread. Lettuce from my garden. And of course the proverbial bacon.
Did you know they make bacon lip balm? My always hip and haute cousin filled me in. And ladies … apparently it drives men wild.
ANYWAY …
I made myself a deliciuos sandwich with garden-fresh goodness. And pork fat … because Emeril is right: pork fat rules. Then I cozied up in a chair, propped up my feet and indulged in a world of fabulous kid bedrooms, playrooms and activity centers. Not that I ever buy anything from Pottery Barn Kids. But I love looking, just the same. I love the inspiration and ideas.
It was a perfect hour. And then …
… they came home. Back to reality. Because I don’t like it when this one thinks he’s got the whole world, in his hands.
Aahh peace and quiet -What is that again?