Golden Abbey

Count me among the masses: I love Downtown Abbey. It doesn’t help I still have family in England and dream of this period of time. (As if we’d be upstairs. I’m pretty sure I was Daisy in a previous life. But, hey! Let a girl dream.)

So, I got a little carried this week preparing dinner for a handful of friends and dancing around my kitchen like I’m Mrs. Patmore, the cook.

January Dinner Party Fun

January Dinner Party Fun

Add photos of magic risotto here. Forgot to take those. Also, the side dishes. Oopsie.

January Dinner Party Fun

January Dinner Party Fun

I think they’d all agree: Edith — get yourself together. No more chasing after old dudes. Mary? Kinda weird you married your cousin. Also, stop bullying him. And Sybil — proud of you for marrying for love and not stature. Even if Branson, er your husband, is a bit mouthy.

And Matthew Crowley, if Mary gets to be too much of a pain, see yourself to Golden Abbey. No tuxes or tails required. I’ll even let you keep your inheritance. My daddy doesn’t need it.

~K