Yesterday, for the first time in over 4 months, I watched an episode of Barefoot Contessa.
I was over at some friends’ house, spending time with them and their new baby and making biscuits and gravy, and we caught two episodes while we were eating and watching the baby sleep.
And all of a sudden, I wanted go buy a denim button-up shirt and black capris, put on my pearl earrings, and head off to the Hamptons so I could be Ina’s new best friend and eat every meal in her beautiful kitchen.
I know this is not normal.
But, I’m okay with it.