The Magical Kitchen
Our apartment got a face-lift, of the new fridgerator/working toaster kind. Now we have a new toaster, a mini-oven, set of Cerulan blue-flowered flat ware and dishes, and of course, the beautiful blender which has re-introduced me into the blissful world of fruit smoothies. Finally, I'm taking full advantage of the overwhelming amount of fresh produce easily available 20 meters from my front door. Jamba Juice, I miss you no more.
As we live in a weird company-sponsored apartment situation, the company footed the bill for our new kitchen toys. Out of pity? Who knows, but so darling of them caring for their bottom-rung employees like that!
Although I still have the really scary manual-operating easily-combustible kerosene stove top, the new appliances are lovely. It's nice to not have to wash your hands free of filth after struggling to make the gummified/dirty/yellowed toaster work.
I was so inspired by this seemingly random act of kindness from my employer, that I cleaned the entire Kitchen on top of it all. I organized the monstrous pile of instant-food (ie powdered mased potatos, refried beans) that my Mom had lovingly hauled through 3 airports and long custom lines in her recent visit.
Before, it sat dejectedly in a lump in the corner- such an embarrasment and eyesore (who wants their friends to know they can't cook!) and I couldn't bear the thought of spending more than 5 minutes in The Kitchen re-arranging it all.
I wouldn't say that my relationship with The Kitchen is nearly as friendly, productive or OCDified as my mothers or Desperate Housewife Breee Vandecamps, but its improving. Gradually.
The villianified Kitchen is organized, and although it pains me to admit it, I like it. The powdered fruit drink mixes are separately tucked into matching silver bowls alongside the powdered Herb-Roasted Mashed Potato Mix.
Before I speak too soon, it has barely been 24 hours since The Kitchen makeover. This may be a mere one-night stand The Kitchen and I enjoy before its back to our long-term destructive and spiteful relationship. But I hope not.
As we live in a weird company-sponsored apartment situation, the company footed the bill for our new kitchen toys. Out of pity? Who knows, but so darling of them caring for their bottom-rung employees like that!
Although I still have the really scary manual-operating easily-combustible kerosene stove top, the new appliances are lovely. It's nice to not have to wash your hands free of filth after struggling to make the gummified/dirty/yellowed toaster work.
I was so inspired by this seemingly random act of kindness from my employer, that I cleaned the entire Kitchen on top of it all. I organized the monstrous pile of instant-food (ie powdered mased potatos, refried beans) that my Mom had lovingly hauled through 3 airports and long custom lines in her recent visit.
Before, it sat dejectedly in a lump in the corner- such an embarrasment and eyesore (who wants their friends to know they can't cook!) and I couldn't bear the thought of spending more than 5 minutes in The Kitchen re-arranging it all.
I wouldn't say that my relationship with The Kitchen is nearly as friendly, productive or OCDified as my mothers or Desperate Housewife Breee Vandecamps, but its improving. Gradually.
The villianified Kitchen is organized, and although it pains me to admit it, I like it. The powdered fruit drink mixes are separately tucked into matching silver bowls alongside the powdered Herb-Roasted Mashed Potato Mix.
Before I speak too soon, it has barely been 24 hours since The Kitchen makeover. This may be a mere one-night stand The Kitchen and I enjoy before its back to our long-term destructive and spiteful relationship. But I hope not.
posted by Laura | 3:21 AM
2 Comments:
Somehow nunca me imagine que fueras tan buena en la cocina! Sabes como dicen en Miami si cocinas como caminas me como hasta las raspitas!
Espero que te guste!
Guess who from Miami?
Hi thanks for dropping by and your comments!
Happen to glance at your photo blog. I gather you are associated with Infosys. Incidentaly I just had this argument with a fellow blogger on work conditions in large organizations. Though it might be a whole lot different for an expat, for the locals dont get apparments! Yet, your comments would be interesting. The blog with our arguments is on
http://spaces.msn.com/asthaparmar/blog/cns!BB0155A45B1604C7!396.entry
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