I Dream Of A Kitchen

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You may be asking yourself, why would I be dreaming of a kitchen. Well, right now, I really don’t have one. Ours at the present time is gutted down to studs, and has been for the past year.

We’ve been working on the house and property nonstop, but other things were higher priorities. We live in the south, and summers bring high temps with soaring humidity. We call it icky sticky weather. Having central air has taken up our funds and time, over having a kitchen.

We have the basic necessities and have made do with what we have. An electric burner lets us cook some simple meals, and the instant pot has gotten some good use. We bar-b-que a lot.

But that’s not my dream.

I dream of spending a day making home-made bread. I can imagine how the entire house will smell, and the appreciation my family will have.

I dream of having counter space to make home-made pasta with my new pasta maker. It’s something I’ve always wanted to try out.

I dream about being able to make some jam from the berries I picked. I need a stove top for that so my water bath canner can come to a boil.

I dream about baking Christmas cookies to share with the neighbors. Sugar cookies, bourbon balls, cinnamon cookies. Now my tummy is growling with hunger.