I Seem To Be Missing My Kitchen Goddess

I could use some sympathy here people.  It seems my Kitchen Goddess has left the building.  Actually, I’m pretty sure I forgot to pack her when I moved to my current home in 2004, but I am particularly missing her today.  I’ve blogged before about my personal fantasy of living at IKEA (Heaven on Earth) as well as how a normal morning in my kitchen often includes a higher than average danger rating due to precarious balancing acts on counters and refrigerator shelves (Known as Prime Real Estate).  I realize this whine of mine is not particularly new to you.  Or me, for that matter.  But it is what is on my heart at this moment.

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