The quiet Kitchn.
Oct. 6th, 2013 06:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
parasitegirlThe Kitchn is quiet about commands for The Kitchen Cure.
I guess this is what they mean by it being 10 days spread over two weeks. They came in, shock and awe style, sent people scrambling to not be left behind and then...the bitches don't call.
I can't imagine what else is left to do. I suspect it is pretentious. Maybe I'll need to carve out a meditation nook in a newly cleared pantry.
Today I finished my own kitchen project, predating The Cure, of painting my stained and battered Ikea stool.
Let's see how my colorful kitchen looks now and remember: A Goddamned Adult Lives Here!
Ha-ha!
I've got a better angle of it here:
Ok.
And I have gotten into the fiddly-details realm with my spices.
In my defense, this is the angle I see my spices from. I've been scrawling the names of spices on the top of my spice bottles for a while because it is a waste of my time to pick each one up to read the label. In getting rid of expired spices I started ordering baggies of spice because it's cheaper to get a baggie of spice and fill a 100-yen shop container and slap a label on it (and one on the bottom for the expiry)...and I have left over spices to barter with. This also cures my general spice issue of pulling off the "shake through" caps because I'm usually using measuring spoons or my fingers...and some measuring spoons don't fit in the bottle necks and blah blah. These have the option of a pop open shake top OR and easy to unscrew top through which spoons fit.
On The Kitchn or Apartment Therapy you can always find people who hunted for just the bestest tweet bottles and clear labels to print out detailed pedigrees for their spices. I have office labels I cut to size and the homey touch of my own spelling errors via a sharpie.
And I've already used some of the new spices.
I guess this is what they mean by it being 10 days spread over two weeks. They came in, shock and awe style, sent people scrambling to not be left behind and then...the bitches don't call.
I can't imagine what else is left to do. I suspect it is pretentious. Maybe I'll need to carve out a meditation nook in a newly cleared pantry.
Today I finished my own kitchen project, predating The Cure, of painting my stained and battered Ikea stool.
Let's see how my colorful kitchen looks now and remember: A Goddamned Adult Lives Here!
Ha-ha!I've got a better angle of it here:
Ok.
And I have gotten into the fiddly-details realm with my spices.
In my defense, this is the angle I see my spices from. I've been scrawling the names of spices on the top of my spice bottles for a while because it is a waste of my time to pick each one up to read the label. In getting rid of expired spices I started ordering baggies of spice because it's cheaper to get a baggie of spice and fill a 100-yen shop container and slap a label on it (and one on the bottom for the expiry)...and I have left over spices to barter with. This also cures my general spice issue of pulling off the "shake through" caps because I'm usually using measuring spoons or my fingers...and some measuring spoons don't fit in the bottle necks and blah blah. These have the option of a pop open shake top OR and easy to unscrew top through which spoons fit.
On The Kitchn or Apartment Therapy you can always find people who hunted for just the bestest tweet bottles and clear labels to print out detailed pedigrees for their spices. I have office labels I cut to size and the homey touch of my own spelling errors via a sharpie.
And I've already used some of the new spices.
