I'm somewhat domestically challenged.
It's not that I don't know how to cook (I don't) - its that I hate the task of grocery shopping. If I'm going to go shopping it's NOT going to be for produce or frozen meats. Grocery shopping = painful for me. So my kitchen is pretty barren.
Shall we begin my photo tour? Yes.
I used to keep shoes in my oven at my last place - but after someone came over and decided to make me dinner and almost ruined them I have decided I'd rather risk my Organic Chemistry textbook than my beloved Ferragamos.
Lets pull back a smidge and get a lookie at my kitchen. It's immaculate. Not because I clean much. Honestly, I forget its there half the time.
Wanna see the contents of my refrigerator? Okie!
Maybe you're assuming I keep my food in dry good form? You're right!!!
See there! That's a box of oatmeal in that cabinet! Woooooooo!!!!
Wanna see the epitome of how pathetic my kitchen is? My silverware drawer. It would be empty except the day I moved in Matt got me top ramen. So I took a fork from my sisters house. I put a fork in my pocket because I knew that while I have almost 100 pair of shoes I have no eating utensils.
I have no issue with eating at home - I just never have anything in my house to eat. Until tonight.
Karen and Josh. The loves of my life - sent me home with enough pastries to feed a truckload of teamsters for a week. My poor kitchen has had its cherry busted. If it could it would probably take a rape shower.
My kitchen is most likely very confused with this new development. Probably doesn't know what to make of it. Like when a baby boy first discovers his penis.