So here’s our new kitchen, now that we’re all settled in.
Can you spot Mr. Potato Head?
I know I never posted pictures of the kitchen in our old apartment (which actually belongs to my parents). That’s because it’s ugly. The walls have this old coral-colored paint on them and the ancient warped cabinets, which were transplanted from another apartment, are older than the kitchen itself. There were several cabinet doors that wouldn’t stay closed unless the ones adjacent were closed, drawers that wouldn’t go in all the way, etc etc. There was a red double sink that is adorably retro, and I think my father would like to keep it after the kitchen is renovated. All the appliances (fridge and stove/oven) were new and functioned fine, but some of the outlets sucked and the light switch was hidden away in a cabinet. Awesome.
Both of my parents seemed happy that I have a newer, more stylish kitchen. “You have a real kitchen now!” commented my mother, while my father said “Looks like a cool apartment! The kitchen is especially nice. I understand why you wanted to move (ha, ha).”
I’m happy with the kitchen too. We bought an extra little “bar table” for the microwave, so now it seems we have plenty of counter space as well as places for all our pots, pans and pantry items. And I do love the light wood look. But as we all know, a book can’t be judged by its cover. This kitchen is not perfect. Look at what happened when I tried to bake off some chocolate chip cookie dough I had stored in the freezer:
What you are looking at is a cookie that is burned black on the bottom and raw on the inside. And it’s not because the dough was frozen. The parchment around the cookie is also practically burnt. I was so pissed, it’s one of the only times I can remember swearing and crying over ruined food (I had intended to give the cookies to somebody as a gift). Our oven, it has problems. As far as we can tell, the temperature regulation is somehow broken, so that once you turn it on it just heats and heats and heats, not stopping at the delivered temp or going down if you attempt to reduce the temp. I’m not sure though; we need to secure an oven thermometer and do some tests. We already told our landlord about it, and he definitely understands the seriousness of the issue– he happens to be one of Estonia’s top chefs (how awesome is that?? I was practically giddy when I found out! :-)). But I hope we can get it fixed soon– I can’t bake again until we do.😦
Oh, and Mr. Potato Head is on top of the fridge.