On Ina Garten, Bourge-Me-Nots, and Squash Soup

Bourge-me-not: (n.) The condition of simultaneously wishing to be more bourgeois, and knowing you will never be bourgeois enough.

This is a rather uncomfortable feeling for one who tends to pride herself on frugality, and a sort of ‘whatever’s in the fridge/at the garage sale’ mentality.  And then, Ina says, on page eleven of barefoot contessa at home:

“I want [my husband] to feel that he’s really home. What he doesn’t realize is that what feels very casual is, in fact, quite deliberate: the music is playing, all the lights are on, there are flowers everywhere, and chicken and onions are roasting in the oven.”

Watch as my frugality leaps dramatically into the gutter.