Earlier this year, I made a pretty bold statement about how much I despise new year resolutions. Instead, I shared with you a number of items on my most recent list of ongoing goals (that have nothing at all to do with losing weight or giving up a bad habit). Actually, most things on that list focused on an upcoming major home renovation: the kitchen. In the last few months we’ve had some progress on the planning front—we’ve found what seems to be a decent design-build firm to take on the project, bought a new range (my hubby found an amazing deal on a Wolf; lucky me!), decided on a layout and general design, and had an engineer in to assess the wall we’re planning on removing.
All exciting stuff, sure, but I must say: I’m scared to death, and a little (no, A LOT) nervous about the idea of giving up my kitchen for who-knows-how-long.
For someone who is so used to DIYing in the kitchen and making the majority of my meals at home and from scratch, I can’t stand the thought of eating out as much as we will need to because we won’t have the appliances or capacity to do otherwise. I’m sure most people would love the thought of having someone else make their meals for months, but not me. I have this thing where I want to know exactly what’s in my food and who’s been touching it.
So what’s a girl to do? Make as many of my favourite meals as I can before the dreaded demo day is here.