Renovation means re”no kitchen”ation

I am grateful for our new tap.

The last one, our only one, leaked like it had just seen Mississippi Burning.

This one is nice and a little fancier, but in order to put it in, they had to take a hunk out of our wall (our tap was cemented in back in the 20s apparently).  It was 3 days this week of having to move everything off of the counter – coffee maker, dish rack, dish detergent and sponge, spices, cooking oils, etc.

In other words, things I need in order to cook.

The first day I didn’t move anything back because the handyman was coming the next morning.  I’d just go out and get us some coffee.  No biggie.

That first night though, making dinner was a pain.  My fella had helped to clear away everything and some of my essentials were nowhere to be seen.

It took a little digging, but I found my cooking oil in the hallway and many of my spices.  It took a little while to reassemble everything and knowing I had to take it all down again caused me more than a little heartbreak.

I made a relatively easy dinner of steak and shrimp with fingerling potatoes, broccoli and cremini mushrooms.  Not too bad.  The second night I had a restaurant review and brought home leftovers for my fella, so we skated through that one, but last night was tough.  Again, I had to bring everything back into the kitchen to make a pretty labourious Beef Kerang.

It paid off though.  Scott said how much he liked it – not only last night but today as well.  Woo woo!

I get to have the kitchen as is until Monday morning, when the handyman comes back for the last time to do the finishing touches – put in a shelf to hide the pipes and tidy up the corners.  Then I can put everything back for good.

Phew.  How the hell do people survive FULL kitchen renovations?

I totally acknowledge and accept the fact that I would have to be heavily medicated to handle that.

That, and some seriously good takeout.