You know how when you’re in someone else’s kitchen, you’re a bit lost? Your best and perfect meals just barely turn out? (Where’s the whisk, the measuring cup, the plates, the vinegar, and why doesn’t she buy your brand of butter?) I’ve got a new kitchen and it’s my own. And I’m a bit lost. Not totally, but somewhat.
It’s not that I don’t know it at all. I know this kitchen REALLY WELL; I watched it being built from the studs up. It’s just that it’s new. My stuff isn’t all put away…
WHERE ARE MY THINGS????
and I’m still looking for quite a few kitchen items. Like the rest of my dishes and my every day glasses, which just turned up under the upstair’s bathroom’s sink. My big fear is that all of these boxes just aren’t going to fit in this new kitchen. Or maybe that I’ll just go on in a big mess, never sorting out the stacks and cartons in the garage, spare room, and basement. I can see me at Christmas searching for the –this is no kidding — two-foot can of cookie cutters. (I really haven’t seen it.) Continue reading