Sunday, May 24, 2009

My Workspace

I've been living in the family home for a little over a week now. Our house would be considered "full" during the year when my parents and brother live there. During the summer however, when my sister comes home, its downright cosey. And then... when I come home... it's... you know... kind of tight.

Sometimes when I cook dinner, my Dad hangs around "helping." One night I made Pastor Ryan's Cajun Meatloaf.


At this point in the vegetable seasoning process, my Dad asked, "Can I eat this with a chip?"

When I bake, I sometimes have to contend with other people in my kitchen. Notice all of my ingredients lined up and ready to rock?


And please notice my sister's garbanzo beans, olives, and avocado just to the right.


And now, a mere 10 minutes later, my brother joined the act with his Taco Bell lunch. Wrapper on counter, burrito in hand.

I know I've been spoiled by having control over my previous kitchens. So I'm doing my best to suck it up. :)

And I'm soldiering through. For you, my loves, a chocolate cupcake.


I'll be posting the ooey gooey details tomorrow. If it turns out anything like I'm planning, it will be fantastic.

If you'll excuse me, my siblings are sitting in the backyard under a sprinkler and calling for me. There are perks to this arrangement.

8 comments:

A Slice of Concentrated Love said...

I feel your pain.

kmari03 said...

I think I'm coming to visit NN in a few weeks. I know you are incredibly excited. Details to follow! :)

jess said...

i'm excited i almost made this post... and that my beans and such made it even though i didn't.

thereddeer said...

Way too crowded - a gal needs her room when she is baking!

Ash said...

I agree... we all need our room in the kitchen!

How To Eat A Cupcake said...

I can't wait to see what you do with those cupcakes! Mmmm chocolate!

PS: Tell your brother I said "sweet beard!"

LP said...

Sounds like it's a lot warmer there than it is Maine. We had a few days of summer last week, but now it's back to winter! Enjoy being at home...

Pinky said...

When I was in highschool my brother, his wife, their three children, and two dogs came to live with my parents my sister and I. There were far too many women in the kitchen at that point. It wasn't so much the space issue, but everyone insisting they best knew how to make things.
I'm so happy my husband only wanders into the kitchen to get a drink from the fridge. He doesn't even make his own tea. I always know where to find everything and what my ingredient situation is. Hopefully you'll not have Taco Bell in your way forever