And So It Begins

Since the day we moved in I've been day dreaming about what to do with this kitchen -- all 8'x11' of it. Though outwardly I've been patient, every time James is out of town I think about just taking a sledge hammer to it all. Instead I plotted and planned and waited.

My old kitchen was perfect. Efficient and stylish with double ovens and a restaurant sink so deep friends confessed to being intimidated by it. I've missed it. When the oven in our current kitchen stopped working it was just another insult. We didn't replace it. We plodded on. I plotted.

The day has finally come. With drawings in hand and cabinets waiting in a nearby shop the demo is well under way.

The wall has been opened up to create a pass through. Cabinets are gone. Floors torn up. Electrical is being wired.
I'm nervous and excited and ready.

Life Without A Dishwasher

I'm embarrassed to admit it but I've started to think about dinner differently in this year and a half cooking in a tiny kitchen without a dishwasher. At first I cooked dinners as elaborate as I had in any other house. Pots, pans, trays spoons -- whatever it took. I'd decide what I wanted to cook first and pay the consequences with scullery later.
More often then not now I think about the dishes to come when I am planning dinner. If I can roast potatoes in the same pan as the chicken that's a win. If broccoli cooks and gets tossed in olive oil and garlic in the same sauté pan, double win. Soup or stew that can store in the pot to be re-heated for lunch the next day is a favorite. I'm trying to rebel but I am drifting into becoming the dreaded one pot cook.