Pot by Pot I have two more-or-less annual traditions: I write a book and I throw a 4th of July party. This past 4th of July, I went into the kitchen just before 11 p.m. and wanted to cry at the mess I had to tackle. I had been up since 6 a.m. I had made chocolate chip cookies and Coca Cola fudge cake and pickled eggs and then another 18 hardboiled eggs for deviled eggs. I had made a salad (kale, of course), heated queso in a crockpot and warmed pulled pork made the day before. My husband, stepson, stepson's girlfriend, young cousin and his girlfriend had all shouldered significant chores, so no Cinderella story here. Still, it was daunting to face that mess at the end of what was already a 17-hour day.
Pot by Pot/Laura Lippman
Pot by Pot/Laura Lippman
Pot by Pot/Laura Lippman
Pot by Pot I have two more-or-less annual traditions: I write a book and I throw a 4th of July party. This past 4th of July, I went into the kitchen just before 11 p.m. and wanted to cry at the mess I had to tackle. I had been up since 6 a.m. I had made chocolate chip cookies and Coca Cola fudge cake and pickled eggs and then another 18 hardboiled eggs for deviled eggs. I had made a salad (kale, of course), heated queso in a crockpot and warmed pulled pork made the day before. My husband, stepson, stepson's girlfriend, young cousin and his girlfriend had all shouldered significant chores, so no Cinderella story here. Still, it was daunting to face that mess at the end of what was already a 17-hour day.