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.