Lately I’ve been suffering from kitchen wanderlust, wishing for a bigger and better space and a gas stove. Though this feeling has come and gone since I left my big open kitchen in Pittsburgh, it’s been fairly strong lately, mostly because the men I’ve recently dated all have fabulous kitchens! Little do they know how deeply their kitchens are tempting me to level jump right out of casual dating and into intimate weeknight collaborations. Want pasta tonight, dear, or risotto? LOL.
Was thrilled to see Mark Bittman’s recent article in the NYT, written to folks like me who adapt to small kitchens in city apartments yet manage to “make it work”. He writes:
… when it comes to kitchens, size and equipment don’t count nearly as much as devotion, passion, common sense and, of course, experience. To pretend otherwise — to spend tens of thousands of dollars or more on a kitchen before learning how to cook, as is sadly common — is to fall into the same kind of silly consumerism that leads people to believe that an expensive gym membership will get them into shape or the right bed will improve their sex life. As runners run and writers write, cooks cook, under pretty much any circumstance.
Early on in the article, he says he’s here to make me feel better, and that he did… at least temporarily. I’m still in the market for some new bedroom furniture … and weeknight culinary collaborations. 🙂