The State We're In.

My Dearest Readers,

I must begin this letter to you with an apology: I have not yet revealed the fact that I am currently in the throes of moving. I’m sorry. No, I am not moving far, only to a safer and happier neighborhood. Most exciting, I am going to have a gas stove. (eee!) Okay, so that’s not the most exciting, I could go on for a long time about what’s better, but instead I’ll post a picture in the hopes it is self-explanatory why I’m thrilled, and that you’ll be thrilled too.

(No, we don’t get the entire house, but we get more than enough of it, and I can’t wait.)

Yet I am a good four days from moving in, and since that realization hit, so did a fury of ants in my kitchen. Seems they just want to hang out there, even though there’s no food around. My plan of packing up the kitchen last (so that we could cook and eat in peace amidst the chaos of boxes) has folded and instead of warring with them for the umpteenth time, I told John, in a moment of weakness, to go to White Tiger Gourmet, and fast. (The battle raged, my friends, and I was starved and weary.)

That said, I would like to give a sincere, heartfelt thanks to White Tiger Gourmet, for making one of the most delicious sandwiches in the entire state of Georgia (I’m sure) and who fights to make their food as naturally and organically as possible. I love their Seared Salmon, which is made with Luna ciabatta, organic lettuce, capers, cucumbers and cream cheese. For under ten dollars. With an iced tea. Yep. (Check out their menu.) Thank you, White Tiger. We love you. (More on them, soon.)

Secondly, I would like to thank all my readers, whom I adore, for bearing with me through this time of transition. With all my heart, I would rather talk about food, but am taking a teensy tiny reprieve from the kitchen (let’s just blame the ants, shall we?). I won’t be gone long, and if you’d like to catch up on oh, thirty some-odd other posts, they are all on my side bar. Also, my Person of the Week is a great read, and if you'd like to give me future decorating advice (I'll need it), you may want to first consult my friend Rachel, who writes the cutest decorating blog, Nest Egg.

I suppose if there is a moral to this story (or, letter), it would be that when times are tough, you can treat yourself (and you should). The good news is that you can find local genius cooks who serve organic food. Isn’t that wonderful? Local food opportunities abound, whatever state you’re in. I’m so happy that I think I’ll go start on box # 11.

With Love,

Annie Kelley

P.S. I'll be missing you.