One of the most important things for you to know about my kitchen is how people refer to it when they see it: it is “cute.” That means, for those who haven’t had the term applied to their kitchens, “so small that the dishwasher door hits the counter and no one can open the oven door in that cute 1950’s flounce to check the turkey, but rather has to crane over from the side in order to open it at all.” I’ve never opened my oven all the way, for fear of burning myself in an attempt to close it.
I am, by the way, not actually complaining. It’s nice to be a newlywed in a kitchen where you brush against each other inevitably because any two human frames, back to back, fill the whole space in our kitchen. There are cute countertops, a ton of wonderful tools given to me during my bridal shower, and an amazing pot rack hanging from the high ceiling that I still smile at every time I see it.
The pot rack gives me special joy because I have a quality that is usually frowned upon in adults: I don’t like to put things away. My now-husband, then-boyfriend was flummoxed by my tendency to put things in (and I quote) “exactly the place where you think about putting them down, rather than in a place where you’ll be able to find them again.” What this ends up looking like is that all of the things I own – clothes, books, pots and pans – are usually out where I can see them, in no discernible order, and differently arranged than last week.
My husband is laid back and reasonably tidy and clean, not a neat freak, so I knew going into this whole marriage-and-living-in-the-same-space thing I would be adjusting. Still, a pot rack is a thing of beauty for us: it is a designated space for the pots and pans, which he likes, and I never am tempted to put a pot down anywhere else because the kitchen is too small for even my lazy style to leave a pot somewhere.
We’ve had very few visitors so far in the house: we live far from friends and family and haven’t really had time to make new friends. However, I really enjoyed the few visitors we’ve had who roomed with me in college, because as opposed to others, who probably said “This place would be nice if they didn’t have so many empty rooms” in their heads, my college friends probably thought “this man has reformed her; she is a woman born anew.” I always like for people to judge me on my improvement, not my absolute accomplishment, at least where cleaning is concerned.
Lastly, I’ve “opened this up” – I’ve asked a variety of other friends to offer up some recipes for me to use, those they like and those that are close to their hearts. I’m trying not to make all the foods have some “deeper significance,” though if they do, that’s awesome. Mostly, it’s fun to hear the stories of the foods; how they made it, how they learned to perfect it.
For this reason, I’m holding my first dinner party tomorrow! I’m excited to see what people come up with, and how my new cleaning skills hold up in the face of many visitors. Will update on various aspects of the party next week. 🙂