Kitchen Confidential

We finished the kitchen on Sunday, which was no small feat since we had approximately one billion boxes marked "kitchen".

I faced the task with no small amount of trepidation.

The kitchen is pretty small -- at least as compared to the rest of the house. (I mean, if you're going to live in a manor, you kind of want a manor-sized kitchen. Amirite?) I was worried that there weren't enough cabinets for our many, many dishes, But it turned out okay -- with everything in it's place.

When I took these photos on Monday morning, it was looking a bit stark.

Things have since begun looking a little more cheery.

Artfully arranged baskets of green apples and  orange clementines will do that, as well as a few strategically placed turquoise hand towels. My children will tell you that their coats and shoes strewn all over the place also add color, but we agree to disagree on the artistic and aesthetic merit of their detritus. 

My very favorite part of the kitchen is that the island has two deep drawers for my pots and pans. So instead of having to get down on my hands and knees to find the right saucepan, I can just open up a drawer and survey the lot of them. 

I feel very fancy. Like a more jaded Martha Stewart.

I'm less keen on the electric stove -- I got spoiled with a high-end gas stove (and stovetop) in our old house and I'm having trouble adjusting to the temperature control issues in an electric version. First world problems, I know.

Bonus points if you can identify the major appliance that is missing from this kitchen.

Go ahead, I'll wait while you scroll up and scrutinize the photos above.

Seriously, go look.

If you noticed that we were missing a refigerator -- ding ding ding -- you are a winner! Yes, it's true. Our kitchen has no refrigerator. There's not space for one. It's sadly been relegated to the pantry with all of our food stuffs and small appliances.

And there's the rub.

The pantry isn't even connected directly to the kitchen, but sits off the adjacent breakfast room.

Note: I know, I know -- who in this day and age even needs a breakfast room? And who am I to be complaining about the kitchen when I have a house with so many rooms that I don't even use them! Well, that's not strictly true -- right now the breakfast room is the temporary repository of all our empty boxes. And that's no small responsibility.

But basically that means that anytime we want anything from the refrigerator (or the blender, or a handful of goldfish crackers), we have to walk out of the kitchen, through the breakfast room, and into the pantry. It might not seem like a big deal, but consider that it takes 4-5 trips back and forth to move the ingredients for dinner into the kitchen, and then another 4-5 trips to return the items to their proper place when you're done. It adds up.

More on the pantry situation next time, including our short-term ideas for easing the pain and our long-term plan. Hint: it involves some demolition!