We live in our house. I mean, really LIVE in our house. We do our major house cleaning once a week. Which means by Friday it can be disgusting. Last night, after making peppermint bark and fudge, my husband and I decided to make a Chocolate Panforte. He had bought the hazelnuts. When I went to roast them, I found they were still in their shells. Joyfully, I used the metal meat tenderizer to individually crack open each one before roasting and then rubbing off the skins. The shells were flying everywhere, the dog was looking cowardly for flying objects, and I was giggling incessantly. Note the dirty floor and the full counter of mess after mess. We decided not to clean up between projects and didn't really care. We would get to it eventually. Working hard for something tasty, filled with love, and making a mess in the process is quite fulfilling. Now, if we only had a maid...
