Bummers Part 1: Thanks, Grilled Cheese

Ever been depressed? Try making a grilled cheese. The more you make, the better you feel (a trick I learned from Fearless Leader).

Counter space
Wife and I have 24 in. total of counter space. The 12 in. on the right of the sink is usually a landing pad for dishes, leaving the left 12 in. for the coffee pot, coffee grinder, food prep needs, etc.

"Counter"? They're more like sink flanges.

While making my last round of grilled cheeses I ran into a challenge: there wasn't enough room for the bread, plate, butter, and my individually wrapped slice of processed cheese food. In fact, our small cutting board is wider than the counter. Bummer.

Cabinet space
As you can see from the picture in my last post we have three lower cabinet doors: (1) pots/pans, (2) cleaning supplies, and (3) food. Yes, ALL the food in one.

The sink is so deep that the cabinet doors are unusually low. It is quite a feat to crawl in there for a grilled-cheese-worthy skillet, but I have a few secret ways ;). And yes, I have lain in the floor before to locate the flour. For real. Bummer

With some juggling I finally made the grilled cheese. I had been thinking about remodeling the kitchen for some time, but this sealed the deal. It was as if the grilled cheese opened his crusty lips and uttered, "It's time."

Thanks, Grilled Cheese.
And thanks, Fearless Leader.

Ah, the kitchen...

My house was built in 1949, and I'm thankful for it. Two bedrooms, a basement, an old-but-functional bathroom, and a kitchen.

Ah, the kitchen...

The kitchen has many features (and the absence of features) that create some undesirable situations. I have never once heard Wife complain, though. I'm not complaining either--that would be stupid. Like I said, I am thankful for it and will continue to be.

But, I'm also thankful for an opportunity to make some renovations (insert evil laugh here).

That's right, Kitchen: Your days are numbered.

But this is going to hurt me more than it will hurt you...

First Post

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