The guest flat we’re staying in here in Hillside has a fairly fabulous kitchen. I’ve certainly never had a kitchen this big in my entire adult life, with a lot of natural light and pretty stone countertops and floor tiles.
I’m trying to not get too attached, though, in spite of this:
That’s right, a proper, well-functioning refrigerator that will never get frozen shut! With a separate freezer and doors that seal all the way around! Be still, my beating heart!
It also has the requisite multiple burner gas stove. Of course, we are still in the Middle East and so there’s bound to be a few quirks…in this case, that I can’t figure out how to get the oven lit. I can hear and smell the gas and think I know where it’s coming from, but I’ve clicked the lighter all around inside the oven and cannot get a lit flame to save my life—or to roast my vegetables, for that matter.
Still, there’s plenty of counter space, cupboards galore, and (for a transitional place) a workable number of accoutrements, including plates worthy of a home at The Greatest Chinese Buffet Ever. Which, apparently, is so great that it doesn’t even need to have its own webpage.