I rectified that this week. I got a kitchen island.
I've named it Freedom.
I am now free to make all kinds of goodies, have all my baking needs in one place.
I'm still searching for my cake leveler, but I hope to find it soon.
Well, when you don't have one dedicated spot for all your cake pans, cookie sheets, and various bits and pieces, you put them here and there and hope you remember just where you put it. But I don't have to wonder any more. I now have a place for it all. Well, most of it.
At least what I can find from some of the various places I've stashed stuff in. The hall closet, the pantry, the shelf in the little room where the water heater resides...
No more crawling into the corner cupboard to retrieve baking pans, no more trying to remember where the nut chopper is, no more contortionist type stuff trying to get to my food processor which migrated to the back of the cabinet. I'm just not built that way anymore.
I had fun putting this together, even if there were bits and pieces all over my living room.
It all came in this box.
And the baking pan, I had to make sure I had the shelf in the right spot so that I would have room.
I did stop in the middle to make blunch... You know, breakfast at lunch? Some Peggy's Paparito's are always welcome. I had to pay off my helper with some blunch. Just kidding. He came wandering through the kitchen, and I offered to stop for a minute and make him something.
Most everything fits, I'm so excited.
Best part, I built it myself. And proceeded to take pictures of my progress throughout the day. Of course I didn't get any pictures of the box before I proceeded to unpack it, but hey, I'm not perfect.
Here's to Freedom and all that it represents. OK, gotta go now, I need to bake something... Or at least make some breakfast, it is Sunday after all.