Married Too Long

Yesterday Dan and I celebrated our 13th wedding anniversary.

As a sign that we have been married too long, we bought each other complimentary gifts.

Dan brought home a bottle of wine, a Cabernet Sauvignon by Clos du Bois for this was the wine that we both enjoyed on the Disney cruise we took last year, and a bottle of port because in my book wine is nice but port is delicious.

My gift to Dan was two wine glasses.

Unfortunately, one wine glass broke already when Elly accidentally bumped it and it rolled off the table and onto the floor.

For dinner, we had steak and Caesar salad. Though I had made a side dish of macaroni and cheese for Elly, she surprised me by asking for bite after bite of steak.

Two years ago, I would have been terrified to cook a steak at home, but watching an episode of Ina Garten changed my mind. She made it so easy. Rub some salt on the steak, I like smoked applewood sea salt, sear the meat on high heat, and pop it into the oven until it reaches the desired internal temperature. The steak tasted amazing.

Sometime this month or next, we’ll actually go out for dinner and leave Elly at home. It had been our plan to go out on Saturday, but Elly was so sick neither of us could bear to leave her. Thankfully, she is back to her happy-go-lucky self.

A Bigger Dining Room

In the before shot, you can see the bakers rack.

It was a gift from my father-in-law. It worked great in our old apartment, providing much needed storage in the kitchen.

It has never worked quite so well in our home. For starters, it doesn’t fit in the kitchen. So, I stuck it in the dining room. The dining room is a small room and it is made smaller by the bakers rack.

Though the shelves are full, they are full of stuff that we rarely use. Not being avid wine drinkers and being the proud parents of a very curious daughter, the wine rack is empty and will remain that way.

Yet the driving force behind my desire to relocate the bakers rack to the basement was my upcoming striped paint job. If I’m going to go through all the trouble of measuring out and painting stripes, I want people to see them.

Once I moved the bakers rack, I noticed that the wall adjacent to the kitchen doorway was long enough to house the hutch. So, I moved it. Well, now look at the room.

There is so much space!

The dining table can actually sit underneath the ugly retro chandelier. I can walk around the entire table!

And look, I have the entire long wall to paint stripes on. Oh, I’m a lucky girl!