In two weeks, my kitchen will shrink to a size that requires a squat to get into the oven and cabinets lest my bum hit the other side of the counter.

My time to prepare, photograph, (and afford) food will dwindle significantly.

And my day-to-day life will seem a whole lot less mundane dispatched from the doorstep of (arguably) the world's greatest city.

But what my morsels will soon lack in frequency and commonplace observation, they will make up for in creative sparkle. And high heels.

Same actresses, different stage.

Two gals (definitely not Girls) living in Brooklyn with a dear friend from high school living right next door, the school and the public library across the street, and an organic food market flanked by a toy shop and an ice cream shop just around the corner.

Gordon may even chat with Snuffy from our stoop.

I'll still tend to this space--mentally and digitally--but do keep an eye out for us if ever up our way.

We'll be the ones wearing purple with polka dots amidst a sea of black and gray.