I was recently asked how I will be remembered, and I had to think about just what I will be leaving as a legacy.
It was a depressing thought when I realized my main contribution will be a pristine kitchen left to the new home owners. Pristine because I have never used it.
This was obviously taken in another lifetime, and not one of mine!
Now that is an exaggeration because I have used a couple of things in that room where I feed the doglets.
And I did soften some ice cream in the microwave, but only once. Two minutes was a bit too long so I had a mess to clean up after it seeped out of the carton and coated the bottom of the appliance.
Oh, and the frig has been opened and closed a gillion times. I do have to get ice out of the freezer compartment for my iced tea.
The biggest wear can be seen on the floor between the laundry room and the living room, right through the kitchen. Actually, I’m saying the laundry room as though I wash clothes regularly, which I don’t. In reality, the path is used by my canine friends as they traverse to the back door which is in the laundry room.
Truth be told, the kitchen window has also been used regularly. I like to watch my neighbors as they work on the house they moved in next door. The hammering and banging and drilling really don’t bother me. It is a reminder that someone other than me is hard at it, thus easing my soul to know that it is okay that I’m doing nothing because someone is doing something constructive.
My first stove was this color … no wonder I gave up spending quality time in the kitchen.
Yes, my name will live forever in the annals of non-cooks and non-gardeners.