Surely I'm not the only one out here. I love to cook, watch the Food Network and Hell's Kitchen (dontcha love it?), and know the difference between a sauce and a reduction (well not really, but I know those words). I also have a decent collection of cookbooks. I have the Joy of Cooking and about 20 church cookbooks (they can be treasures) and a few in between. I gave myself away. I'm not a foodie and certainly not a food snob. A foodie would never go near a church cookbook. I like to think of myself as a hybrid. The best of both. Kind of like a mutt from the shelter.
That brings me to my kitchen. I'm a forty-something, tuition-poor mom of a teenager. I'm working hard to start a home-based business (just a little biz consulting - putting my 20+ years in the CPA world to work). I live in a 50 year old house that's just perfect for us - nothing glamorous. The kitchen needs a major redo. I think the lady we bought it from (the original owner) updated it in the 1970s. We've lived here 18 years, and it's time for a new floor, counters, stove-top... So instead of bemoaning my station in life, I'm going to embrace My Sad Kitchen. My idea is that if I can turn out some good food in a sad little kitchen, I might be able to do great things when I can afford great tools.
I'll be featuring simple recipes (I don't stock fish sauce or truffle oil in my pantry). I'm hoping to find sisters with sad kitchens who feel my pain. In the meantime, I'm going to see this as a niche, an untapped market, and until my dream comes true and some great appliance company or makeover tv show decides to come redo my sad kitchen (or the kid gets a full scholarship and we have some money for a change), I'm going to make the best of what I have.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
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