Count me among the masses: I love Downtown Abbey. It doesn’t help I still have family in England and dream of this period of time. (As if we’d be upstairs. I’m pretty sure I was Daisy in a previous life. But, hey! Let a girl dream.)
So, I got a little carried this week preparing dinner for a handful of friends and dancing around my kitchen like I’m Mrs. Patmore, the cook.
Add photos of magic risotto here. Forgot to take those. Also, the side dishes. Oopsie.
I think they’d all agree: Edith — get yourself together. No more chasing after old dudes. Mary? Kinda weird you married your cousin. Also, stop bullying him. And Sybil — proud of you for marrying for love and not stature. Even if Branson, er your husband, is a bit mouthy.
And Matthew Crowley, if Mary gets to be too much of a pain, see yourself to Golden Abbey. No tuxes or tails required. I’ll even let you keep your inheritance. My daddy doesn’t need it.