What happens in the kitchen stays in the kitchen

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Posted: Friday, September 13, 2019 6:00 am

FYI: Barb, my wife and Baker/DA (Domestic Adviser), grew up on a farm, the second-youngest in a family of 11 – parents Erle and Teresa Abentroth, rural Cummings, included. Growing up, she and sister Kay worked in the house, never far from the kitchen; the seven brothers worked outside, never from the barn. Barb has owned and operated her own restaurant, in addition to working in any number of kitchens outside the home.

She can make pancakes in her sleep, prepare a hotdish in minutes and produce her macaroni salad on demand and with a smile.

She knows her mother’s many recipes pretty much by heart.

When she’s in the kitchen, I’ve learned it’s wise to stay out of her way.

How we ever got married and stayed married this long – 18-plus years – is more than a mystery; it’s a wonder, a puzzle, an enigma worthy of a U.S. Senate subcommittee investigation, a paradox and a contradiction, to be sure.

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