Nothing new.





We had a few duds this week. Pasta with cauliflower, tossed with grainy mustard, parsley, and butter? It was okay. I ate the leftovers for lunch yesterday willingly, but I wouldn't find myself rushing to make it again.


But the biggest hit of the kitchen this week wasn't made by us. It was however carried by us. Meet the new kitchen table.

Isn't she adorable? We had been in the market for a new table for a while, but we both had such clear ideas of what we wanted. Lee wanted a retro formica number. I wanted a table from Anthropologie that was a grand and never going to happen. But then we walked in to our favorite little vintage store (antique store sounds too much like somewhere Emily Gilmore would have shopped) and found this baby and found our compromise table.

(it is bigger in person. Plus it has two leaves to pull out in case we ever host Thanksgiving dinner in our 600 square foot apartment)