This past Saturday, Danny and I had a date. Granted, it only lasted about an hour and a half. It was in the middle of the afternoon. And we went shopping at the farmers’ market. Still. Both kids were hanging out at my brother’s house with my parents, whom they adore. We were free to walk together, holding hands, and buy salmon. Hurrah!
This summer lurched by us. With all this medical stuff, running a business that’s going in a dozen interesting directions at once, writing this site, and marketing a cookbook by talking about it every day for months (and showing photographs of the baked goods and dishes we made again for this purpose), all without school or much childcare? Well, I had nearly reached my limit by the end of August. Calgon, take me away! (Autocorrect keeps wanting to change that to Calvin, take me away, which frankly is much funnier than my intended sentence.)
Yesterday, we held an event at our kitchen studio, the first public event in that space. We had been looking forward to it for quite awhile.
I haven’t said much about our studio here, even though I put up photos on Instagram occasionally. This summer, Danny and I started renting a space for our work. We still dig each other after nearly 8 years of knowing each other, but working from home together was growing a little tiresome. It turns out we’re more productive if we’re forced to change out of our pajamas and go to work. So we found a beautiful space on a 10-acre farm on Vashon, a big room with tall ceilings, lots of windows, and a kitchen. Since then, we’ve been testing recipes for our next cookbook and this site, painting the walls white, and planning. We have plans.
I’ll tell you more about those plans soon.
But the past few days, we have been moving boxes and decorating shelves, rounding up white plates, and finally truly moving into this space we love.
Time to have a party.
I love that hush and rush the hour or two before a party, bustling around cleaning, laying out plates, arranging flowers. If everything works, it’s going to be a space filled with laughter soon.
We were ready. Finally. Time.
Quickly, the room filled with good people. They walked through the front door, couple after couple, clutching tickets in their hands, ready to be there. Some of them were people whose work I knew. (The guy on the left is Stephan Guyenet, who writes Whole Health Source, one of my favorite science and food blogs.) They sipped on kombucha from Communitea Kombucha. They listened to our landlord talk about the grass-fed beef and pastured-pork meat company he runs from Vashon. (Midlife Crisis Farms! They sell at the Vashon farmers’ market, and soon, at our studio.) They talked with each other and waited to talk with our man of the hour.