I hate my kitchen right now. Reluctantly, I’ve been able to get myself in there to prepare a few farmer’s market inspired meals and bake a cheesecake, but otherwise, I don’t want to even step foot in it. Last week I spotted a mouse on my counter. MY COUNTER. By my dishes and my coffee maker and my olive oil and my cute dish towels. I’ve scrubbed and disinfected. I’ve set up traps, patched holes, and the exterminator is coming soon. I’m trying to not let such a little thing get me down. But I’m still just so disgusted and frustrated by it.
So today I’m dreaming of these kitchens. Where things are clean and sparkly and it’s a treat to cook a meal. Let’s go there. And if you have a kitchen like this, please have me over. I’ll make you spaghetti and a soufflé.