Breaking in a New Kitchen
About two weeks ago, my partner-in-crime and I purchased and moved into a our first home...a giant step in relationship building and home ownership. Our Craftsman-style bungalow was built in 1920 and it's--lots of natural light, a huge yard that next year will hopefully be full of gardens and chickens, a huge front porch, and a cramped, awkward, ugly kitchen. As the kitchen is probably the one place in the house where the P.I.C. and I spend the bulk of our time, we realized that the only option was a remodel, and quickly. Walls start coming down in a week, and a new stove and hood are waiting for us in the garage. It's very exciting and we're looking forward to having a more functional and attractive place to work, hang out, and entertain. In the meantime, I've been testing out the old-new kitchen with a few projects as time has permitted...peach cobbler, stuff on the grill, lots of salads. I've found that it's tricky-but not impossible-adjusting to