The high winds swept me along the A1 to Berwick as I went to discuss the plans for our new kitchen. The quote was almost what I had expected and fortunately bang on budget. A few alterations here and there but on the whole the design spec was just right. Amazing what computers can do these days, or I should say the computer operator. I sat in front of an incredible 3D image of my new units and it certainly impressed me. Bloody clever, is what I thought. Followed by bloody expensive. But, we have made the decision to renovate the kitchen, bringing it into the 21st century and out of the 19th; yes, it never did make the 20th. How my husband and his parents lived in that kitchen all those years I have no idea. I still get embarrassed about it when people come to the house for the first time and usually find myself telling them, "we are having a new kitchen," then I ask myself, when. With fingers crossed and wood duly touched, our new kitchen should be done in the spring. The lambing has interferred somewhat as it will be totally inconvenient to be up to our eyeballs in mess at that time, due to the fact that we are usually like a pair of zombies for three weeks and would probably have no time to offer our workmen the expected standard brew. On the other hand, the designer did mention it might just be possible to have it installed at the end of February. Not that I am building my hopes up, however.
Wait we must therefore do. I have lived in this house for six and a half years and due to my late father-in-law living here too, a new kitchen was scorned upon, after I was told the farm comes first. Of course the farm matters. It is what puts bread and utterly butterly on our table but as I do 90% of the cooking, together with 99% of the washing up I think I am entitled to have the kitchen I want. Bearing in mind I have included a dishwasher in the kitchen plans I would hope that the washing up will become minimal and perhaps even a chore which my husband will embark upon just once in a while.
We have a large pantry which contains two huge freezers, a tall standing fridge, washing machine and tumble dryer. It is of course very handy but I have decided it would be even handier to have a small fridge built-in next to the dishwasher. That way, whenever I make a cuppa, I can save time and energy by simply turning to my left to reach for the milk. Making a cuppa currently involves a trip to the pantry for the milk, trying not to let Sparky in as is usually her wont and bringing it back into the kitchen. The bottle then has to be taken back to the pantry, avoiding once more an excited dog as she desperately tries to sniff everything in the fridge while you are balancing the pantry door with your foot and shooing her out of the way. Gosh, life will be made so much easier by the arrival of a fridge.
Which leads me onto my mum. Of course, to have a fridge in the kitchen was her idea. I had been quite happy to continue our excursions to the pantry but she quite rightly spoke out and suggested that while we are having a new kitchen, we should think about having an integrated fridge. "But what about the other one?" I asked. "Keep it, it will be handy to have two." Do you think that could be what God thought when he created Man? "Now then, Adam. You should need them both at some stage. Perhaps I should give Eve two of something also. Can't have you two squabbling now, can we." If having two is good enough for Eve, then it's good enough for me. And now I shake my head in disbelief that I have become excited about a new kitchen. As undomesticated as I am, this turning point in my life is something that might just help with my culinary skills. Or maybe not. A shelf for cookery books was mentioned but as I do not own any I decided to go for a drop down telly instead.
The photo is Sparky on her favourite chair by the Aga. Unfortunately for Sparky, the chair will go when the new kitchen is installed.