Back … to the Future
Weee’re baaack.
And by back I mean that we have jetted right out of the 1970s and landed smack dab here in the future.
And by “we” I am clearly not referring to these jokers
These jokers love the good old days. These jokers would never bid adieu to School House Rock, not for all the counter space in China.
Well, maybe for all the counter space in China.
Do you have any idea what one can do with all the counter space in China? I don’t want to brag but it is now completely possible for me to lay out not one, not two, but four slices of bread side-by-side and wham bam pass the jam, sandwiches are made and packed up in so many elementary school lunch boxes.
Just like that.
It’s exciting.
It’s liberating.
It’s enough to make one walk away from the hustle with nary a backwards glance.
Okay, so a couple of us may have had a backwards glance. And who could blame them? They were blinded by the gilded treasure hidden right beneath their very own kitchen floor.
Why yes that IS golden medallion linoleum. I know, it’s special, and yet still I dishonored it by ripping it up and tossing it out faster than you could Rock Down to Electric Avenue.
Luckily my lapse of judgment was quickly overlooked. All it took was the suggestion that the fashionistas themselves were of age to create a masterpiece or two in the futuristic kitchen and they were off, forgiving and mixing and
leaving me on my own to say farewell to the groovy, neat-o and peachy keen stuff of decades past, while I bravely dip a finger into the chocolate pudding of the future.
(click here for the recipe for the girls’ yummy from-scratch chocolate pudding)