So I decided that a definite bonus to someday getting married is the prospect of adequate food storage. Versus what I'm currently living on. It's not that single people don't have food. We do. We just have to pick-and-choose from what our roommates have and what we don't, and thereby make a balanced meal. I guess I'm feeling guilty for once again pilfering one of Kristi's cans of chicken noodle soup, which I wouldn't have had to do if I had the unlimited resources of a can-goddess.
In contrast, Matt and Lily's pantry was chock-full of canned goodness of every type. I should know. I sorted it for them while they were on their honeymoon. Those canned whatevers would have come in handy this morning when I was looking for chicken broth.
And it's not just cann-ed goods. Married people also have access to the full gamut of spices. Mom does. They're sitting down in the Fruit Room, waiting to be turned into some fantastical garnish for who knows what. I can't even guess what half of those spices are. Does this make me an inadequate woman? I hope not. I'd hate for that to be on my resume.
2 comments:
Kendall, I just want you to get married so you can buy me a steak dinner. It's the only way we're going to keep our protein quotient up.
But yeah...I guess marriage is a nice spice of life. Having never been there, though, I can't really say...
But when you and Fabian finally get hitched, I'm totally buying you a spice rack. Then you can be a proper wife.
You're right. No more watching Fiddler on the Roof for me!
Kendall, you are a national treasure. I *am* wasting away here, but thankfully roommate Kim is making me potatoes since my starch reserves are shot. What does starch do for you anyway?
I believe your dad would do that for Adrienne. He's unusual, but cool unusual. I hope my dad gives me something cool like a gun rack or a llama feeding trough.
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