40somethingmag - Kat Marie - It-s A Great Fucki... Now

The party went until 1 AM. We sang “Something to Talk About” so loud the downstairs neighbor banged on the ceiling—but rhythmically, like he was joining in.

When the guests arrived, they didn’t see a failed renovation. They saw a woman drinking Chianti out of a jelly jar, blasting Bonnie Raitt, with a stack of pizza boxes labeled “Artisanal Flatbreads.”

My latest episode began last Tuesday at 11:47 PM. I was doom-scrolling in bed while my husband, Mark, did that thing where he pretends to be asleep so he doesn’t have to hear my ideas. 40SomethingMag - Kat Marie - It-s a great fucki...

So here’s to great ideas. And here’s to the even greater mess they leave behind. At least we know exactly how much olive oil we deserve. (Spoiler: all of it.) Kat Marie is a 40-something freelance writer and recovering renovator living in Chicago. Her next great idea involves backyard chickens. Mark is building a fence.

The Gelato & Gasoline party was scheduled for Saturday. Entertainment would be me, dramatically sliding focaccia onto wooden boards. Lifestyle cred would be infinite. The party went until 1 AM

He opened one eye. “A what party?”

It’s a great idea… until it isn’t. By: Kat Marie, for 40SomethingMag They saw a woman drinking Chianti out of

The reel was perfect. A woman my age, wearing a linen apron (who wears an apron to cook pasta?), was pulling a golden, blistered focaccia out of a retro Italian oven. The caption read: “Sourdough is for your 30s. Focaccia is for when you know exactly how much olive oil you deserve.”