But having recently married and recently been the recipient of registry gifts, my kitchen might seem even smaller. And having heard inquiries into how it all fits, I thought I would show photographic evidence:
Each type of bowl is used for a specific purpose: if I ever lose my white metal bowl with the blue rim, I won't be able to scramble eggs again. If the blue bowls front and center were shattered, oatmeal would no longer be consumed.
The other week, I was re-watching the old Julia Roberts' movie Sleeping with the Enemy and I realized I was the enemy. This picture made me turn the spice front and center. Hm. Why this behavior doesn't extend elsewhere (like my closet or my desk) is a mystery.
This, also, makes me think I'm the enemy. Tomatoes only on the bottom shelf and black beans and corn on the top.
Remember bowls have a specific purpose: the green bowl is only for eating pistachios. And welcome to my seasonal collection of mugs: Hidden in the back. a black cat for fall, the peppermint strip for winter, the dragonflies for spring, and the lawn chair for the summer.
My coveted Le Creseut dutch oven, my pan collection and mixing bowl. Baking materials are carefully stacked to the side.
I'm making pork chops with apples and onions in this picture. Yummy.
I wonder what I'll make tonight.
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