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[mousme]

My dream kitchen would be extremely large with french doors and windows that let the room be flooded with sunlight.



It would have marbe countertops where I could make pastry, and wooden cupboards where I would be able to store my spices and canned goods. I'd have a wooden rack hanging from the ceiling where I would keep my pots and pans and my garlic and other hanging dried stuff and a hanging fruit basket.

I want an electric wall oven and a gas stovetop (because I prefer gas stoves but gas ovens scare me). One entire section of the countertop would be in wood and serve as a built–in cutting board. There would be a hole in the countertop not too far from the sink under which I'd keep my garbage can (like my godmother), to prevent messiness from invading.

I'd have more cooking implements than I'd know what to do with: ladles and knives and non–stick frying pans and double boilers and soufflé dishes. *happy sigh*

I love cooking. I'm even half–decent at it, when I put my mind to it. My problem is that I hate cooking for myself: I'd love to live in the house I have in my mind with someone (preferably the person I love) and cook for both of us, if not even more people than that.

I want to learn to play more than the flute and the recorder. Actually, I want to go back to the flute and the recorder too. I want to know how to play the piano and the guitar and I've always had a fascination with the oboe. I blame that on Peter and the Wolf.

I want to learn how to use more software on the computer. I'd like to learn Excel and how to design websites and upload and download music and how to use Photoshop properly (I miss Photoshop, *sigh*). I want to be able to make my own icons again and not have to pester firewillow for them, even though her icons rock and she's an absolute sweetie about doing it for me. I want to make my own CDs. I want to make CDs as presents for other people too.

I'd like to be there at the end of the day when my loved one comes in and curl up with them on my comfy sofa in my large living–room, and cuddle and watch the news or a silly program on television or talk or just sit there and say nothing. I want to laugh and kibbitz in the kitchen while we each put the finishing touches on dinner, and then we'd ask each other how our day was.

Of course it wouldn't always be idyllic, and some days I wouldn't feel like preparing dinner, and some days one of us would be cranky, and some days I'd be depressed and others I'd be manic and there would be spats, but all around things would be nice.

Hey, a girl can dream, can't she?

Comments

[chasingthenuns.livejournal.com]

our dream kitchens are so alike! i want all the same stuff, and an island that would serve as a place with stools to sit and people could converse with me while i am cooking.

oh, the oboe kicks ass. i taught myself how to play in high school and since i stopped playing (i don't have my own oboe and can't afford one) i miss it so much.