I’m like a mad scientist in the kitchen. On a typical day, you’ll find me crouched over a mixing bowl, spatula in hand, with ingredients flying left and right. My usual routine is 1) figure out what I have to work with 2) get every ingredient and its mother out for use 3) make a mess 4) stare at the mess and wonder how it happened 5) eat.
My mom always said (and still says), “Natalie, you’re like a bull in a china shop.” And Mom, I don’t usually like to admit this, but after 23 years, I’ve finally come to the realization that you may be right. I love cooking and baking, but, no matter how hard I try, I always create the mess of 20 people (or bulls).
My messy nature aside, I love spending time in the kitchen. When I was looking for an apartment, a nice kitchen was my top priority, and a gas stove was a must. Having a gas stove makes me wonder why electric stoves are even a thing. I mean, really.
I love an open, modern kitchen with some added vintage charm. And if I had all of the money in the world, I’d have seven kitchens. You know, one for every day of the week. Although, I’d definitely need to hire a cleaning crew…