I was skeptical about attempting a project of this magnitude, and now I know why. It’s hard to cook and paint your kitchen at the same time. The paint keeps dripping into your food, and the food keeps splattering into the wet paint. It’s not the smooth operation you would expect.
The result is that I haven’t cooked in two weeks. I thought I’d grill, but not in this heat. Screw that. Instead, hot dogs and fish sticks have made multiple appearances. There was a trip to Friendly’s, pizza delivery, mediocre Chinese take-out (seemingly the only kind of Chinese take-out in these parts), and dinner at the snack bar at the local Little League field. I can just feel all the carbon in my body becoming corn-ified.
In order to get a decent meal, one of our most recent strategies has been to show up at other people’s dinner tables practically unannounced (Hi BFF!). And following the scent of neighborhood barbecues, wherever they may lead (Hi Neighbors!). Another saving grace has been our CSA produce. Luckily, the sink is in the already-painted part of the kitchen, so making a salad isn’t hard. Making a radish sandwich isn’t hard. And adding raw julienned bok choy to your mediocre Chinese shredded pork in bean sauce isn’t hard, either.
But I need to get back to cooking and soon. So I’m painting that ceiling in the 100°F heat tomorrow even if it kills me.