by Judith Evans Thomas
Two years ago, my husband and I decided (read I decided) that we wouldn't downsize. Yes our children are grown and gone and yes our home is WAY too big for the two of us and our lab, but I love the house, I love the land and I love not having nebby neighbors. Besides, at that time our daughter was about to get married and she wanted to have the reception at home. Not realizing that the cateror would bring in his own kitchen, we started redesigning ours. Stupid timing and halfway through the design process we threw in the proverbial kitchen towel. Couldn't be done in the time frame we had.
Fast forward to October of 2006 when I finally had the energy to think about having men sporting tool belts invade my space. I started humming the tune of the 1978 Village People hit song YMCA . Maybe this would be fun! Construction guys are hot. I let my fantasy carry me through finishing the plans and hiring the crew. Some of them are cute but what's with the wad of chewing tobacco they all have stuck between their lip and gum? And worse yet, why do they all have beer bellies? Oh well. We scheduled work to begin sometime in February.
And then our daughter and son in law got pregnant. With the baby due in June (in Philadelphia) our construction schedule had to ratchet up ....which means we are starting demo the day after I have 16 people for Christmas dinner! And that brings me to regifting my kitchen.
Does anyone really know what is in your kitchen cabinets? It's a gold mine. In cleaning out mine, I found doubles... even triples of perfectly good and usually unused wisks, cooking spoons, bundt pans, christmas cookie molds, waffle irons, George Forman grills, coffee makers... the list goes on and on. I also found five years of yellow pages, multiple menus from the local chinese take out restaurant, dozens of pencils with broken points, even more pens that had dried up, keys for cars we no longer owned, and in the upper cabinets, my Y2K supplies I had forgotten about. Do you know that toilet paper gets moldy over a few years? Yuck.
So this Christmas, my tree is bare, no presents are wrapped but my kitchen is pared to essentials. One roasting pan, two bowls, three pots and a partridge in the pear tree.
I sure hope the relatives like the used appliances.
What's in your kitchen?