I feel like I should come clean about my kitchen. You’ve all seen it – little bits of it; when people come over who haven’t been over before but who read my blog, they recognize the table. And the windows. The windows are the best part. (Also? This is as clean as it gets.)
Although I do love it, for the most part it’s not fantastic. The funny thing about blogging (and social media in general) is that you get to pick and choose what parts of your life to share. You get to capture your life and your dinner from just the right angle, with the sun streaming in through the window, and edit out the mess that lies inches away. I do this on a daily basis.
I shared this photo before our pie party – remember? We need to have another pie party.
Which isn’t to say I don’t have a fancy kitchen. It’s long and narrow, parts of it (the windows) added on to the 100 year old house. The counters are shallow and prone to splintering, their wood tops recovered from the old UofC science lab. (Who knows what was dissected on them?) The pinky-bluey fifties-patterned Formica table, bolted to the floor in the nook which has long since been liberated of its cushions (which I still haven’t managed to replace) once belonged to my friend’s grandmother – it was in her kitchen when her kids were growing up, and I love it.
The sink was recovered from a farmhouse – it’s thick white ceramic, and it drips. Also, the enamel has worn away so it’s rarely clean. With one small drain, we’re not allowed to have a garburator.
(First world problems, I know.)
My old workhorse GE oven came with the house, and was well-used by the family (with 3 boys!) who lived here before us. It has done me well, churning out food daily for cookbooks and articles and blog posts and our regular meals – and it’s still going strong. It burst into flames last weekend, and the bottom of it is still coated with a thick layer of baking soda. (W ran into the room yelling “I missed it! Can you do it again??) It’s still going, but I need a new oven.
We had no dishwasher for a year after the door fell off our last one; it acted as a big dish draining rack until my sister took pity on us and our single sink and bought us one for our birthdays. The floors = old + large dog. The fridge = second hand from my parents’ house. We have no pantry, save for a couple two-by-fours hammered to the wall at the top of the basement stairs.
The open cupboards look cool, except when they’re messy, and because we have no hood fan over our oven they’re constantly covered with sticky, greasy gunk. The lower cupboards are deep and awkward, so often after I go spelunking to find that little bag of quinoa/buckwheat flour/sprinkles, my kitchen looks like this. (OK, it often looks like this, whether I’m looking for something or not.)
Which is all to say I love my kitchen, and it’s about to meet a sledgehammer. Which is exciting/nerve-wracking/scary – and there’s so much pressure to do all of it properly, since I spend so much of my time here. But it does need an extreme makeover in order to make it more functional (and less prone to catch fire). I’m unlike most grown-ups in that I’ve never managed to do home renos. (At my age, my parents had already designed and built their own house.) Also? How am I going to live without a kitchen for a month??
So let’s talk kitchens – what do you love (or hate) about yours? What would you do? Right now I’m relying on Pinterest and my mom, so if you have any kitchen reno advice to share, I’d love to hear it.
March 13 2014 03:07 pm | leftovers