Tuesday, February 12, 2013
My house has a kitchen.
"So what?" you say.
Yes, it's normal for a house to have a kitchen. My kitchen, however, was only a room for tossing things in and warming up stuff in the microwave, storing dishes and gadgets and it had these two big appliances, a stove (for heating up pre packaged food) and a fridge (for storing said pre packaged food).
But now, it's something different! I've cleaned out those cupboards. Gone are the chips and marshmallows and cookies and Kool-Aid packages, the packaged scalloped potatoes, the canned soups (with a LOAD of salt in them), the pasta and the cans of beef-a-roni. Gone is the Kraft peanut butter, to be replaced with all natural peanut butter.
Now my cupboards hold rows of sparkling glass containers filled with basic stuff like oats and dried beans, with ingredients instead of pre packaging. There are canning jars of homemade soups and stock and stews!
My fridge holds fresh fruit, vegetables and bottles of water.
My grandmother would recognize each and every item in my kitchen. (which is a future blog in itself)
And it's become a haven, a wonderous place of mixing and recipes and creating new, healthy dishes low in sodium, sugar and no wheat! But where did I find the time to cook? The time to prepare dishes and cook stuff that took longer than a couple minutes in the microwave? I honestly don't know. I didn't THINK I had time to do this, but somehow, something magical happened and I took some time to cook something. To choose something to make, to find the recipe, to decided to make it healthier by substituting better ingredients, to blend and create and BAKE. Somehow, the time was there.
My house has a kitchen. And I love it again!