Popping the Kitchen’s Cherry

We’re still in the midst of unpacking, but the kitchen was assembled just enough that we could make the inaugural meal. We’re having dinner with The Neighbors, and are bringing crack enchiladas*, mexican rice, and hot & sweet scalloped potatoes. So far, it feels like it’s going to be a great kitchen to work in. The drafting table that was converted into a kitchen island is a few inches higher than the usual counter top, which is a relief on my back, and features a massive drawer for a variety of kitchen tools. They all lay out so flat and orderly, it reminds me of an old Phil Hartman skit, “The Anal-Retentive Chef”. I almost want to spray paint a silhouette where each tool goes, like wrenches hung on peg board.

* They don’t really have crack in them (no, really?); they are filled with chicken, cheese and assorted goodness. The name comes form the first time I made them, when the Chickie-Babe said, “I can’t stop eating these! What did you put in them, crack?”