I have a secret. Uh gasp! If you have been a guest in our eccentric 1930′s home then it is no secret at all and you have heard me try to cover it up with all of my plans/excuses. Oh the dirty little secret is….my kitchen. You don’t know because I do everything possible not to show it in pictures but it has always been a bit of a sore spot. Our LITTLE stone house is an adorable cottage of beautiful stone, gorgeous original floors made up of three types of wood, and my favorite a petrified wood fireplace. All restored by the husband and I and has as much character as we do. They just don’t make houses like this anymore. But the kitchen has been abused by the previous owner. ABUSED! Sorry Gertrude, your a sweet and a little crazy old lady (she stalked the house for a couple of months after we bought it) but your taste in blue counter tops and pink floral linoleum floors are just a crime against this house. I don’t know if you were trying to match the kitchen to your adorable blue hair and pink nightgown you you used to always show up in but it all has to GO! It’s now time for the bright blue linoleum counter, plastic back-splash, blinding gold colored knobs and pulls that have made me cringe at every entrance to come to an end and a new and not blue kitchen to grace this house.
A little sooner than I thought in fact. That is why I had to skip yesterday’s baby and toddler recipe post. My apologies but Saturday I received a call from the counter-top people saying, “tah-dah, the 2 month wait for your counter tops has come to an end in 3 weeks…oh and we have to deliver and install with in a week.” You can imagine this put me into a tornadic whirl yesterday. I hadn’t even bought the faucet or sink yet! So sorry for the laps in a post yesterday but I was demolitioning the neon blue counter-tops with glee, driving Eric at the Home Depot crazy (literally he told me he was breaking into the whisky early that night), and lighting a fire under Oscar, my contactor’s, arse. Hopefully this will all be finished or at least working soon and I will have the recipe part of your beloved (<-hey a girl has got to dream, right?) In Sock Monkey Slippers up and running. That is if The Husband hasn’t committed me first.