Have you been wondering how I've been coping without a kitchen sink? Probably not, but I'm going to tell you anyway. I've also been coping without kitchen counters, a real kitchen floor, and---for the last four days---an oven, which is currently sitting three inches away from me in the living room while we lay the tile. On the upside, the refrigerator is there too, and it's been super handy being able to reach it from the couch. Want a cold beer, darling? Let me just lean over to the left a little and open the fridge.
Our kitchen transformation is coming along very nicely, particularly as it's being performed by two people who have no DIY experience beyond painting walls and making wedding invitations; ripping up floors and stirring cement is quite a different ball game, as you can imagine, though I think we're holding our own fairly well. The floor is almost finished and we will spend a scintillating Monday evening adding grout, and then the counters are being fitted on Wednesday, which means---hallelujah!---the sink can be dropped in too. Are you asleep yet? Sorry about that. SHIRTLESS MATTHEW MCCONNAUGHEY! There, did that wake you up?
I shall bore you all with before and after pictures obviously, though not until we're a lot closer to the after than we are to the before. For now I thought you might like to see how I spent the last few days.
We ripped up the world's most disgusting linoleum to reveal the original 1943 floor, the speckled green monstrosity you see here. Actually, I take that back; monstrosity is too strong a word. If this were a dress, I would totally wear it, but only with red lipstick and pincurls.
It kind of goes against my entire code of ethics to show you this---it's so messy! And gross!---but I want you to really, really see what I'm working with here. No floor, no counters, no backsplash, and no sink. But look, we have a mighty fine orange extension cord.
Of course, this would be the weekend I had to bake something for the charity bake sale at work on Monday---Sheetrock Surprise, anyone? Cupcakes topped with just a sprinkling of tile dust?---and so, in the absence of an oven (or any real surfaces on which to roll or mix or stir), I opted for the no-bake, four-ingredient Chocolate Biscuit Cake that won me first prize in the aforementioned bake sale three years ago. An oldie, sure, but a goodie. You should make that recipe immediately. You don't even need a kitchen to do it.