Our kitchen is a mess, and I don’t just mean the usual clutter you might find in any bohemian kitchen. The arrangement of cupboards, the location of the oven and the choice of colour are not to our taste.
We have lived with the irritating setup for about 15 years. There was an opportunity to redesign the ground floor space two years ago, but we hired an air ambulance for the miscreant instead.
As the person who spends the most time in the kitchen whether pottering about, sorting out laundry, listening to the radio or actually cooking, I feel as if my choices should carry some weight. Poor misguided fool that I am.
My son impressed upon me the need for a fast boiling kettle to replace the silver-finish slow-boiling kettle that still functioned, albeit slowly. Tesco had a choice of two colours. I chose white over black. There’s too much darkness and I like the blue light framed in white plastic. Wrong. Black would go with the silvery toaster and the black and silvery monstrosity that is our new coffee machine.
I look forward to the day when we sit at our breakfast bar looking across at the black eye-level oven wondering when the brioche will be warm enough to put on our white plates next to the white kettle.
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