My First Kitchen

You’ve seen my current kitchen here. 

It’s not a big kitchen, but it’s a heck of a lot bigger than my first kitchen!

 

This was the kitchen the first time I saw it:

 

See that little stove?  It was broken.  The first time we cooked in it, the oven went to 600 degrees in 10 minutes.  Yikes!  The previous owner moved across the street, and when we asked her about it, she said she never used it because they ate most of their meals at her mom’s (who also lived across the street.)  This was a grown woman, with two children, who never used her oven.  Seriously?

 

My aunt and uncle had a perfectly good stove that wouldn’t fit because we only had room for an apartment sized one.  So it went in the basement.  And for over a year, we used the cooktop upstairs, and I carried my pans up and down the basement stairs to bake.  It was handy for frozen pizzas in the man-room, though!  We did finally replace it though.

Anyway, the total floor space was about 6 x 4.  You literally could not have more than one person in there.  The best thing was it had 2 pull out cutting boards.  We used them as counter/prep space.  I don’t know what we would have done without them.

Pretty crazy, huh?

 

But in the two years we lived there, we added some of our own touches, to make it a little more comfortable, at least.

But notice that I never did paint over the spots where the mini-blinds were attached.

The terrible stove corner…you couldn’t stand in front of the oven to open it – not enough room.  The weird corner is a brick chimney.  I would have loved to expose the brick, but it seemed like a lot of work. :)

 

The inspiration for the room: vintage pyrex dishes.  I still have a huge collection, in boxes, in my garage, that I can’t bear to part with.

Remember this cute little table?  It sat directly across from the fridge.  The door to the basement was on the wall to the left, next to the stove.

This was above the stove – a really cute little area.  I had some trivets hung in between the shelves and stove top.

   

A messy look at the shelves Bart built to match the previous built ins.  Right before we moved, I put simple white, cotton curtains over 2 out of the 3 in order to hide the mess and make more storage.  You can see some of my pyrex collection.  It was so fun and whimsical. :)

 

I look back at these pictures and remember how simple life was without the farm and Adam and I’m a little sad.  But then I remember the drunk college students who stole my pumpkins, and partiers who walked up and down our road to the bars loudly every Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights, and the crazy neighbors who yelled at us when we left, and I’m glad we moved. :)