The Quiche + The Unicorn

This weekend was mostly spent packing our home in light of our big move to a new place. We are beyond grateful and excited for what's in store…and I've been counting the minutes to move-in day. It wasn't until yesterday that I become extremely sentimental and–almost–melancholic at the prospect of starting over. JD and I have lived in the same neighborhood for the last seven years and we met some lovely people along the way.

And, to be honest, I'm not good at new beginnings.

New beginnings makes me uncomfortable and lonely. JD slung his arm over my hunched shoulders and said I'd be okay. And–just maybe–with the extra time I'll have in between making new friends I could finally take up baking. Or cooking. Basically, anything more than juicing spinach and kale and calling it a meal.

He pulled a quiche tin from a nearby box and asked if I remembered the promise I made to make him a quiche. That was six years ago. The tins? They still have the PRICE TAGS ON THEM. I'm obsessed with buying kitchen goods, but I can't find the strength to actually use them.

I did, however, find the most random collection of bottle openers. Need a unicorn wine bottle opener? I got your back. Want to unscrew vino with a mustache? Boom, done. Heck, I even have an umbrella bottle opener too. Geesh, you'd think my kitchen was inspired by LSD.

I suppose starting over means I get the chance to make the quiche in a new kitchen…and employ a unicorn to sprinkle a little magic to ensure it's edible.