This is a post for a friend. She and I share the misery of small kitchens. I wanted to show her she isn't alone! Dear friend, this evening I stood in the middle of my galley and put my hand in the sink while reaching with the other to grab something off the stove. I didn't even have to stretch to accomplish this.
This is pretty much what my kitchen looks like, every single evening. I took this photo while standing inside the "pantry" (a coat closet that Husband put some shelves in).
From left to right: my recipe/menu planner is sitting on top of the crockpot (now empty, it was making stock earlier), I have sourdough English muffin dough in the yellow bowl, apple slices for snacking in the orange bowl on the butcher block, behind the butcher block I have Harvey (my sourdough starter), Beverly (water kefir), fermenting carrots (wrapped in two towels to protect them from light), and pineapple vinegar. Beyond the sink (half full of dirty dishes I can't wash because the boy's room is right across the hall) there is a tiny corner of counter that I set my drying rack on.
In the morning I will have to move the crockpot and butcher block to the stove so I can knead and form my English muffins.
From left to right: our new Berkey water filter (completely worth the space! the water tastes great!), a crock of coconut oil, behind that is my tool turnabout, then the stove (complete with dirty dishes), and a tiny bit of counter where I keep the coffee cannisters and the electric kettle. Normally I have a small cutting board size area clear but right now my fridge is full of stock so there are a few things sitting out (maple syrup, hot sauce, etc)
Well L.A.S I hope that make you feel better about your kitchen. Misery loves company, right? :)
This post is shared with the following blog hops: Monday Mania at Kitchen Stewardship; Traditional Tuesdays at Cooking Traditional Foods ; Simple Lives Thursday #86 at GNOWFGLINS