For those of you who don’t know me, let me clarify. I don’t cook. Well, I try. But I’ll not be getting an honorary diploma from Waffle House, let alone Le Cordon Bleu any time soon. Recipes are things which remain a mystery to me, and trust me, all of us are perfectly happy with this arrangement.
Which brings me to my next issue in this building-wide renovation. What to do with the kitchen. The reality of it is, the kitchen is a place I used to walk through on the way to my office. However, it is also the place where coffee, nectar of the Gods, is brewed and stored, so there is a level of importance here.
But come on, cabinets? I’ve lived in so many rental homes, they all had cabinets. Of some form or another. Now I have to actually decide what kind to have? My whole life it’s been a decision made by someone else. You write the deposit and first months rent check and pronto, you get a complete kitchen.
These days, my life is filled with kitchen designer magazines, and kitchen websites. I haunt the appliance isles at every home improvement store I enter. I’m obsessed, I tell you. Do I build one to impress my friends? That won’t work, they know me. They’ll know right off I can’t work any of those fancy gadgets. Maybe one to impress my family when they come to visit? Nah, same story. I know, I know, *waving hands* I’ll build one for the man in my life to use. Ahhh, deep breath here.