I’ve found a love that’s gonna laa-haaast.
Welcome to my humble kitchen. I love it. It’s not as big as it could be, I suppose, but it’s still the biggest kitchen I’ve ever had. And I’m not so far removed from apartment living that I don’t totally adore having a dishwasher and some ample counter space.
I’ve lived through kitchens with so little counter space you can’t keep the olive oil from the dishwashing soap, and I’ve cooked the chicken dish to prove it. And I’ve lived through kitchen sinks that periodically launch the spray head into the ceiling and give me a nice little impromptu shower. I deserve this.
I recently painted this kitchen while we were snowed in back in January. The old color was a really icky mold yellow that had gotten terribly dirty in the years gone by. The color you see now? Sweet red pepper. You know you have to love that.
This kitchen is where the magic really happens. Well, some of it anyway. Truth be told, magic happens pretty much all over my house. Honestly, it’s a serious pain clean up – you ever tried getting magic out of the carpet? Not fun.
Hm. Invention idea: Magic-B-Gone. Not for use on witches or warlocks.
