Issue 65: From Sara Kate
I was texting with a friend last week and they told me that they were cleaning their kitchen, ”and I mean really really deep cleaning my kitchen.” They had the cabinets emptied and scrubbed with a vinegar and water solution, flatware drawer re-organized and wiped down, the whole deal. Photos came through intermittently.
As the day went on, I found myself inspired to get up from my work to wash my windows and clean the glass hurricanes holding the candles on my counter. I threw the table runner, admittedly covered in toast crumbs and a few spots of hot sauce, in the washer. We traded tales of just how clean the scene was getting. A mile apart in Brooklyn, I could feel both of us getting excited to cook something in our clean kitchens.