table to tummy

In the months before our wedding, if someone told me the amount of time I would happily be spending in the kitchen after our wedding, I would have choked on my drink. No kidding, I did not like cooking / baking / being-in-the-kitchen-for-anything-else-than-sneaking-snacks.

These days, I'm a real life thrifty domestic goddess cooking queen (that's a RLTDGCQ, if it's easier). Suddenly the pressure is off, I'm in my own space, I get to try my own thing, and Will is an adventurous, and forgiving, eater.

Last week I chopped up the herbs from our wedding reception and made tabouli from scratch. And oh it was good.

From the table...

 

...to the front garden...

 

... to the kitchen...

   

... to our tummies.