With apologies to Her Majesty.
The long nightmare is finally over. Our kitchen renovation is complete! No more will the six followers here be forced to read my constant bellyaching about our now-former dilapidated kitchen.
Needless to say, we are giddy with relief. We watched in awe as an endless stream of workers paraded in and out of our home, the majority of which we only ever saw for more than a few hours before they were replaced by a completely new set. And we truly were fortunate: all of them, I can report with a mix of pride and relief, were highly skilled and exceedingly professional.
Although I must say I was a tad bit concerned when the electricians first arrived…
In all the project lasted five weeks, which I know is nothing compared to what others experience (eh, Kate?). The small auxiliary refrigerator we bought kept us stocked with milk, assorted cheeses and yogurts, one bottle of wine at a time, and also the endless series of ready-made sandwiches purchased each evening at the supermarket for the following day’s lunch. To paraphrase Scarlett O’Hara, “As G-d is my witness, I’ll never eat another Publix egg salad sandwich ever again!”
It’ll be so good to have home-cooked meals again.
A couple of “Before” shots are offered below. Pride along with a dash of shame prevent me from offering you closeups of the rotting countertop edges (I don’t want to feel responsible if you’re reading this before a meal). It’ll also be a pleasure to no longer see all of the bubbles which seemed to form weekly on the cupboards’ laminate. The teenager in me enjoyed popping them when Gorgeous wasn’t looking.
And…. the “After” photos…
The new countertops are a stone called dolomite, which I enjoy endlessly because I can conflate mental images of both Clark Kent and Fred Flintstone on midnight snack raids.
Probably the biggest sea change for Gorgeous are the new cupboards and shelves built for her tiny pantry, which also doubles as our laundry area. It was previously an area that filled me with endless frustration and fear. Frustration because all I was ever hoping for was to try and find where she’d hidden the chocolate; fear because everything she stored in there was placed on thin wire shelves that I was convinced would break under the stress of all the weight.
My lovely bride is a gourmet cook and baker extraordinaire. She is endlessly passionate about the next recipe challenge.
Even a renovated pantry will still be filled to the gills, though. There are containers of flour too many to list; sugars of lump, baking, demerara, pearl, and confectioners; jars of goose fat; spices such as Vietnamese cinnamon and charnushka seeds; a panoply of pans: tart, quiche, spring form, heart-shape, brioche, baguette, brotform; and let’s not even start on all of the heavy pots, Le Creuset or otherwise. As a joke, I once placed a package of Pot Tarts in there; the next morning it was sitting on the chair in my office.
Needless to say she’s thrilled with her renovated pantry, albeit now with enough wall and strut support that would satisfy a licensed architect (looking at you, H)…
Despite a global pandemic, an ensuing lockdown, and supply chain shortages, we somehow managed to pull it off. Perhaps someday when stock market valuations return to something close to what we all had prior, I might even be able to pay it off!
Until next time…