IPA PTSD

Why, IPAs, why? Why must you be so good going down, and so bad the next day? Can't we stop this dysfunctional cycle? Really, if we can't work this out, we're going to have to to couples' therapy.

ANYWAY.

Now installed in ma hood; moving and settling sucked all time and motivation away from me these last few weeks (with the exception of chillin' in Maine w / Meks and Bove). But I'm back with a vengeance, MF.

Apples and Oranges. Let me give you a visual of the 16 x 20 kitchen I once had in Dorchestah:


Note: Dishwasher, copious amounts of counterspace and cabinets, windows, pot rack, room for a table, etc. And people. And a STOVE / OVEN combo.

Hobbit hole kitchen:

Hobbit Hole Dining:

Hobbit Hole "STOVE":

The following have been vanquished to The Mexican's basement:



12 Muffin pan
Quarter Sheet Pans
Springform Pans
Imitation Le Creuset POS IKEA thing that I hate anyway
Turkey Roaster (used mostly for beef tenderloins overnighted to me from Nebraska--thanks Dad!)
9 x 11 Baking pans
Stockpot Colander
Monster Cooling Rack
Tortilla Press (sorry Kezia)
Egg Poacher
16" Nonstick Skillet
Spaceship-looking Cake Saver Necessary Evil Thing


RIP, guys.

And eggs DO help an IPA morning.