If someone were to ask me what I do in the kitchen when I’m all alone in the house and no one is looking, my first answer would be eat ice cream straight out of the container.
Yes, I double dip.
But if you ever come over, I buy new containers for company – just so you know.
My real answer would be, sing. I don’t just mean hum along – I mean sing like I’m Barbara Streisand and the whole world is my stage kind of sing. In fact, if you had asked me when I was like 7 or 8 years old what I was going to be when I grew up, I would have answered the next Julie Andrews (I had a little thing for The Sound of Music, sue me) or else married to John Denver.
Yes, it’s weird. I know.
But the dial on my dad’s stereo was broken and stuck on National Public Radio (I think he did it on purpose), and we had like two eight track cassettes – the soundtrack to Diamonds are Forever and John Denver’s Greatest Hits. Consequently I love classical music, and I thought John Denver hung the moon! Grandma’s Feather Bed still ranks up there on my list of top 10 best songs of all time. (I embraced my inner geek a long, LONG time ago!)
When the kids are all off doing their own thing, and I’ve got the house, and more importantly the kitchen, all to myself, music makes it all that much sweeter. So I thought I’d share with you my weekend, if I have to clean out the fridge playlist. That’s the technical name for it…
2. Venice by Chris Botti. His music is so insanely sexy. Sigh…
3. Memories of You by Art Tatum because I wish I could play piano like that.
What do you listen to when you’ve got sole possession of the remote control?