Yes, y'all, I've got a new kitchen. And it is capital B Big! And so pretty.
After moving in a few days ago . . .
|How cool are those house numbers?|
I got it all set up (well, Mom helped a *little*) -
|(Yes, I moved those shoes - and yes, it is a really big kitchen!)|
So of course, now that I've settled in and have a couple days off, I have to cook. From eggs, to a lovely mushroom fettucine, then chicken made for a big dinner salad, I broke out and broke in all kinds of kitchen gadgets and goodies yesterday. It was so fun.
My last kitchen (to be honest, all of my last apartment) depressed me. Not just the meager amount of counter space, but the lighting, the not-quite-full-size fridge, the . . . everything. But, now! Now I have the space, the colors (the walls in the kitchen and throughout the apartment are the most lovely pale, soothing blue), the cabinets, the everything that I need to create and chef to my heart's delight.
When I am in the midst of such, it looks like this . . .
And when I am done, like this . . .
These couple of days are a treat - with the hours I keep, I don't get to cook at home nearly as much as I'd like. Now that I have a great kitchen, I will try to do it as frequently as I can (somehow making an omelet at 2am, after work, doesn't sound so bad with my new accoutrements!). Whether just for my own pleasure and fun, or for friends, I am looking forward to getting out those pots and pans, using all my dishes (perhaps a new, full set of casual daily plates and bowls is in order?) and going to town.
This morning, I think an omelet with spinach, Swiss and herbed goat cheese is in order. No short order cooking here, just good things made with love.
Sometimes puttering around in your own space is just what the doctor ordered, for the heart, soul and body.
And way better than CT scans and surgery, I must say.