I am not a kitchen person.
It is not my domain, I don’t know what to do with myself if I’m not sitting on a countertop snacking, or opening a bottle of wine.
Last winter I made Christmas cookies, realized I don’t own a rolling pin, and ended up spreading the dough with a bottle of wine. Most of my friends didn’t believe me.
Well, here you go. (For the record, that’s Aaron’s hairy arm, not mine.)
Another example of how not kitcheny I am? I used to buy my utensils at IKEA. Until this happened.
What have we learned? If you ever ask me to bring something to a dinner party (besides myself or wine), you’ve been warned. Also, never take yourself too seriously – you might lose in a knife fight to a pan of brownies.