Here's my kitchen. It's very tiny (well, maybe not so tiny compared to Manhattan standards)--10 ft x 9 ft.

That's it. This is where the culinary magic happens. Yes, that was totally tongue-in-cheek. I could very easily have said "This is where the culinary foibles happen." This kitchen, if it could talk, would confirm that both take place on a fairly regular basis here. ;) My children would also readily testify to the veracity of that statement. Gotta love children. They do keep you honest.
Well, as much as I hate to be a party pooper, it's time to shut this party down and get some shut-eye.
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