Why? Because I wish I had more photos of the Old Cabin Kitchen from when I was a kid. Because I wish I had more photos of The Commander’s Kitchen in our shabby little bungalow down on Superior St. when I was a kid.
The Landfill Chitchen is much more cleared out than it looks in this photoooo. Probably 75% of the stuff in the cupboards is cleared out. I haven’t touched the three cupboards that I store food in. All of the rest are either empty or have a bare minimum of dishes and cooking stuff still in them. I’ve removed a lot of clutter from this side of my galley kitchen, not that you could probably tell. (Yes, there are Mardi Gras beads hanging there. Note to self.)
When we first moved in to The Landfill, I was entranced by this table / counter / whatever (TCW). I think that’s because, in my adult life, I had never lived in a place that had more than one kitchen counter or whatever. In the long run, it didn’t function well as a “counter” – I mean one you could use for cooking activities. It is way too short for someone of my height, average as I am.
Memories though? This is the TCW that my Mouse FELL OFF OF when she was an infant. She was in a rocky little baby seat (yeah, I know, crucify me now, please) and everything was fine and she was rocking up a storm (because that’s the kind of thing that Mouse DID) and and and… You know what happened next. Upside down on the floor. She was all right. I was not!
Lizard Breath for YEARS would sit on top of a little set of shelves that we used to have down at the end of the TCW (you can’t see where in this photo), drawing and doing other activities while I got dinner ready. Sometimes cutting up vegetables for me – after all, her grandmother taught her how to use a Sharp Knife at the ripe old age of three. We had a little TV in the chitchen in those days and every Sunday night I cooked to Star Trek re-runs. I am not a Trekkie, it was just comfortable ambient noise to me. I’ll never forget tuning the Star Trek channel in one Sunday night and finding that Star Trek WAS NOT THERE!!! Something called Star Search 90 was on instead. I am embarrassed to admit that I began using that ridiculous show as my Sunday night background music. Spokesmodel anyone?
The Beach Urchins grew up and Al Gore invented the internet and Lizard started hanging out with her friends on I/M instead of me in the Landfill Chitchen. But see the laptop there? That little space was where I ran a big chunk of the business end of the Ann Arbor Young Actors Guild for a few years. Right next to the toaster.
So I used that TCW a LOT but only occasionally as a cooking prep surface.
At this point, I would be happy if I never had to see the TCW again, but I have been informed that it is not totally going away. It will be salvaged and repurposed as a potting table in the Back Yard. I have rather vociferously expressed my opinion that it will not work as such unless the existing legs are discarded and replaced by some that make it COUNTER HEIGHT! But I do want a potting table and I am all for re-using things.
When I took this picture and began writing this blahg entry, I thought I would write something completely different but this is what I ended up with. To me that’s part of what blahgs are all about!