Domestication

I don't know whether it is cooking school, or Paris but something this side of the Atlantic is domesticating me. I know many of you won't believe it but I now iron on a regular basis. Well that is purely out of nessecity, if my favortie Chinese dry-cleaning brothers where here in Paris and could gaurengtee my pants and chef's coat would be cleaned, pressed, and delivered on time I may never have bought the iron. But alas they are not here in Paris with me and I have gotten very adept at ironing my things.

Today I also completed my window boxes, yes I infact successful planted 3 window boxes and 4 pots of geraniums all by myself, now while my apartment floor did not fair so well the flowers look lovely. And seeing as it is about 70 degrees here in Paris my newly traspalted flowers sould bloom wonderfully.

Did I happen to mention that I also roasted a chicken this morning, accompanied by a lovely turned artichoke filled with garden vegetables sauteed with butter.

I am not claiming any domestic goddess title but without Gramercy Park Cleaners, and Rosa around I have managed to become quite the self sufficient girl.