Since I've yet to turn on my nice, modern, self-lighting gas oven (an incalculable improvement over my last apartment's "Honeymooners"-era model) since moving into my new place back in May, I can't say I quite get the Kitchen Madonna. Tonight, however, I dug deeper into her site than before and discovered we have something in common: We both use food analogies to describe the theology of the body. Hers, however, are far more appetizing than anything I could come up with, as she's not afraid to use real butter.
