the bedlam of beefy.
“Home is… well, where the heart is. And, like they always say, the kitchen is the heart of the home. A bit cliché? Sure. But, I believe, as true a statement as it ever was.
No matter where I’ve lived or how small the kitchens have been (and some have been mighty small), they’ve all consistently been the place where everyone gravitates and gathers. Whether I’ve been whipping up an elaborate dinner, a homey dessert, or busting out a box of Cheez-Its and boxed wine (hey, we’ve all had our low points… don’t judge), inevitably, people leave the dining table or the comfy chairs and prop themselves up on countertops or in kitchen doorways and while away the hours.
From party pre-funking to holiday preparations to long conversations had with a good friend and a great bottle of wine, even solitary moments had at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee, my kitchen never fails to deliver on the promise of there being no place like home.”
bradford, aka uncle beefy — the bedlam of beefy.