My fellow culinarians…
But seriously now. We’ve been remodeling our kitchen since around New Year’s. So far it’s been fairly painless. I’ve gotten used to the plywood countertop, the plywood floor, the dust on every conceivable surface (at opposite ends of the house), and the relocation of pots, pans, and dishes to an old bookcase in the living room. I think I handled it all pretty well.
But living without a sink…I do have my limits. It’s been almost two weeks now. Here’s how we’ve been washing dishes:
Nice, huh? (If you can’t tell from the photo, this is my bathtub). As you might imagine, this has seriously affected my ability to cook. Reader recipes were a serious challenge this past week, perhaps why I was so destroyed by those darned falafels.
Here’s a pic of the kitchen in progress:
This afternoon, at long last, my hunky contractor put the new bamboo countertop in and cut out the hole for the sink. He promises me a usable sink for this weekend (i.e., Easter dinner). Let’s all pray the kitchen rosary that it be so.
To end this State of the Kitchen Address, I feel compelled to say something ceremonial and expansive, like:
May the Hearth Goddess bless my kitchen and all our kitchens.
My seriously hot contractor