Today no cooking was done in la cocina, except for pan roasting some puffed lotus seeds (makhana) for my kids’ dinner. They absolutely adore this simple treat and should be grateful to my friends Ajay and Sashi whom I met in Vrindavan, otherwise I would never know about this edible, nutritiously void styrofoam that is an all time fave in my family.
All four of us went to the big city of Orlando today, where we ate an unsatisfying meal at the Garden Cafe and I vowed to never eat out in Florida again. Why? The food always is sub-par, the places are either visibly dirty or I can just imagine the dirt behind the kitchen door barf and it is way way way too costly. I am not one to keep vows, but still, it’s a good sentiment to cultivate. I should at least hold out for something really good.
Afterwards, we went to see The Last Airbender. The kids and the Babu are big fans of the cartoon. The Mata usually avoids watching cartoons. The Babu and the Mata have only been to one movie since 1992 (I think longer for the Babu) and that was without the kids. So, this was our children’s first experience “going to the movies.” I was worried my son would be freaked out by the big screen action, but he handled it like a champ, only asking to leave the theatre when he new the Moon Spirit was going to be murdered. Since the kids knew everything that was going to happen from the animated series, it was a good choice for a first time. Vm, who is sensitive to loud noises, despite being the origin of many a screech and a howl, had problems with the volume, as did I.
All in all, a good time. I actually liked the movie and fell a little bit in love with Uncle Iroh and cried when Yue returned her spirit back to the Moon Spirit. God, I’m pregnant. Didn’t like the dough faced boy who played Aang and felt that there must be many of young, unknown, cheap child actors out there that actually have talent who would better capture an audience and make me happier as a viewer. But all the disses I’ve read about the special effects and writing must be from the perspective of a movie-going-sophisticate, because this country bumpkin audience member liked it. And I categorically dislike science fiction/fantasy, save for a few classics from my trove of youth nostalgia.
We got home around 7:30 and Lotus, who had been here since early morning, was taking off. He put up the scribe molding and shoemold on the white cabs, hung my shelves, mirror and clocks, and did some other stuff that I can’t think of right now. A piece of filler above the dishwasher, shoemold around the island, and some cabinet modifications (adding shelves and tray dividers) are all that’s left. For Lotus. I still have to finish putting stuff away, despite the eight hours I spent working on that yesterday, and husband has door painting and touch up work–lots and lots of touch up work. Oh, and Chris has to come back and install the kitchen RO faucet once the marble guys come to move the hole (don’t ask).
Kitchen blah blah blah kitchen blah blah my blah kitchen blah.
The place is a mess, but let’s take a look anyway. Shall we?
Seventy two inch wide stainless steel restaurant shelves were not the most streamlined design out there, but they were definitely the cheapest. Not entirely sure what exactly will find a home there, but I am sure I need to clean those things up tomorrow. I think it goes nicely with the stainless steel monster hood and, in this application against teal tile and above white cabinets with a soft and cloudy marble top, does not look too industrial.
Inside the white cabinets below the shelving are our dishes. As my friend Samba once joked, it looks like I knocked over a restaurant supply shop. The dishes were cheap, but not that cheap!
I love the Lenox bone china pattern *Chirp* but $145 a setting makes me squawk. When I came across these stoneware dishes at Pier 1 late last winter, I became a bit unhealthily obsessed. The dishes never appeared on the website and I regularly visited Pier 1 to make sure they were still in stock. One day, the very nice manager who never hired me despite my charm and the fact that I did fill out a resume, informed me that they were not getting any more dishes in this pattern–don’t know what it is called, other than “Made in Indonesia.” Despite my husband disliking these dishes for their blatant lack of symmetry, I bought them. It was a lot of money to shell out and my husband handled it well because he knew I…had a problem. Officially, these dishes were the first purchase for the kitchen.
The dolomite mugs (yeah, that’s right dolomite…I have no idea why) don’t exactly match and were in another part of the store but they are so cute and 1950’s and avian that I snatched them up, too.
Another early purchase for the kitchen although these were over a period of a few months, were vintage Seth Thomas advertising clocks off of Ebay. They were not at all expensive, although one was listed at $60 and I went behind Ebay’s back and contacted the seller directly and got a *much* lower price. I really like them. They make the wall less boring. A worry was that they were going to drive us crazy because how would three vintage clocks keep precise time in unison? Very well, thank you. That is, if we could set them to tick in unison. The crank for moving the hands is a bit stiff and jerky, so one is a minute off. Or maybe my husband just didn’t do it right. Oh, husband! That’s a joke xxoxox.
Mirror. That was the second thing I bought for the kitchen. And also from Pier 1. The mirror was a little pot hole in our marriage for a weekend because I really didn’t consult with my husband on this purchase at all. I barely consulted with myself! I just went for it, because I knew it would seamlessly fit into the kitchen grand master plan. And, lordy, I was right. Unfortunately for me, the mirror was expensive and , well, I just shouldn’t have done that. Gotta think, people! But in the end, husband really likes the mirror. Awwww, love the husband!
The old kitchen was so dark and dreary and dismal and Sadowski that I had to lighten things up as much as possible. Since, convention has it, the kitchen sink is usually under a window, I decided that the mirror would be my window…into my soul. No, I can’t even see into the mirror because I am way too inferior in my gene pool.
Mess sweet mess. At least the mess these days is a cleaner, dustless kind. More like clutter. I have a lot of kitchen stuff. A lot of crappy kitchen stuff. Hoping one day to upgrade and to relegate much of what we own to our “camping kitchen” box. But that probably won’t happen until baby is in school and I have a j-o-b. Oh! Which reminds me….this is really exciting. Oh wait, I will save it for a separate blog post!