Closing down the kitchen

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Did you know that there are some places in the world where the kitchen is optional?  People of the younger generation are actually building homes without kitchens, opting for a tiny corner with coffee maker and microwave.


I think this is happening mostly in New York or other highly populated areas where space is limited and folks under the age of 50 never learned to cook and don’t plan to start.

Until about two weeks ago I was cooking 90 percent of my meals at home and making a mess reminiscent of the eruption of Mount Vesuvius every day of my life.  (That’s the volcano that destroyed Pompeii and I’m working on a similar fate.)

The endless repetitiveness of it all – cooking and cleaning up, cooking and cleaning up – was beginning to get me down.  Cooking and cleaning are boring, lonely activities, and it never ends.  But I guess I said that already.

I decided to liberate myself from this act of slavery and close down my kitchen for the rest of the summer. Now I’m using my kitchen to incubate dinosaur eggs and fire the odd piece of pottery.  Freed from kitchen duty, I feel like a new woman.  There’s no grocery shopping and no dish washer to clean out.  This is brilliant!


What about eating, you may ask.   No problem.  I just ditched the china and silverware and eat from Styrofoam containers with plastic forks.  They can be quite elegant if you don’t wear your glasses.

While researching a magazine article on that seductive genre of cuisine known as the “Blue Plate Special,” I was forced to test the “meat and three” options in no less than 14 local restaurants.  I lined up with all the other Comfort-food junkies and chowed down on meatloaf, mac ‘n cheese, fried green tomatoes, mashed potatoes and gravy.

I started out wearing my skinny jeans and concluded the experiment wearing a 1980’s vintage muumuu.    I did all this in a two week period when my washing machine went on the blink and  shrunk my jeans by at least two sizes.  (That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.)

Realizing I couldn’t continue on that path to obesity, I now allow myself one Blue Plate special per day – purchased at 11 a.m. while the selections are freshest.  I go home, carefully half the portions and dump them into another container to save for dinner.   Since most area blue plates average about $7, including drink, I figure I will spend around $200 which is way less than I was spending on groceries when I was doing all the shopping, hard labor and clean up.

This is a win/win situation for me.  When fall returns and temperatures moderate, I’ll probably reopen the kitchen.

2 thoughts on “Closing down the kitchen

  1. Well, I just love the idea, I could probably exist on cereal, just to keep from cooking!!

  2. Check out Patricia Bragg on google…very interesting info for how she eats, etc…

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