If you are ANYTHING like me, you day dream of a dreamy kitchen. And, by osmosis of simply standing INSIDE your dreamy kitchen, you naturally awaken the oh-so-talented-chef version of yourself that has lain dormant inside your soul, WAITING to be awaken.
The sun filters softly through the windows, illuminating the bowl of lemons I keep on my table. Eye-lit curtains billow gently in the breeze coming through the open window. Fresh herbs and flowers grow casually above my sink… and when I want to make something delicious, the staple ingredients are homemade and ready to go.
FOR EXAMPLE, I get off my peloton and decide I want to bake a pie. I casually reach into my freezer and pull out a ball of homemade pie crust I put in there last month. I let it thaw on my marble countertop as I shower in my beautiful dreamy bathroom.
ANOTHER EXAMPLE, I quietly enjoy the rain falling against my window, and decide such a day is the perfect moment to make French Onion Soup. I pluck the Thyme from my own plant, caramelize the onions, and pour in my own beef bone broth (canned from my pantry) to finish it off.
OR THIS EXAMPLE, where a friend stops by in the morning, so I pull out two blueberry muffin cups, frozen and ready to be baked while the coffee brews and the butter softens, and we enjoy a beautiful, fresh baked breakfast in my kitchen.
But how… I ask, do I even get there?
For real though. Is it the kitchen that comes first, or is it the chef?
And how is it possible that all of the people on IG have these dreamy kitchens already!? WHERE DO THEY GET THE MONEY!? 😂
I live in a 1970’s All Original Rental House that, if we are being honest, is rented out by the sort of landlord that would rather threaten to kick you out than… say… fix…or update… something.
Like the fashion-forward yellow linoleum countertops!
Which I have come to peace with ☮
Maggie, repeat the mantra: the color of my counter tops does not define my worth. 🧘🏼♀️
Lol. It’s funny because it’s true. 😉
BUT, the point is, my kitchen is NOT the kitchen I described above. And I would think most people’s kitchen’s aren’t their dream kitchen’s, either. And that’s ok, because I BELIEVE that the chef comes first, and the dreamy kitchen follows.
For my birthday in October, I was gifted a beautiful dreamy set of Pottery Barn dishes I’ve had my eye on for multiple years. This was a major step towards my dreamy kitchen. So I talked to Scott and Bodie about it, and, as a family, we agreed to donate all of our other dishes.
OH THE FREEDOM!!!!
All the mis-matched plates, and cups, and silverware, and random things that we never us — GONE! My cupboards are now filled with only dishes I love and use. And there’s a whole shelf JUST FOR Scott’s coffee mugs that all seem to have diesel truck jokes on them.
I have 4 dinner plates, 4 salad plates, 4 pasta bowls, 4 soup bowls, 4 water glasses, 4 cafe mugs, 4 knives, 4 dinner forks, 4 salad forks, 4 soup spoons, 4 dessert spoons, 4 napkins (like the real kind of napkins you have to wash), and 6 wine glasses! Because I believe, one day, 2 of my guests will want to double fist, and I should be prepared for that.
And that, my friends, is SO DREAMY. 🕊
The next step to becoming my version of a dreamy chef, is to “de-clutter” the food.
This February, I am working my way through the food in the freezer to make room for the sort of freezer I want to have. And then, I will begin by making THIS HOMEMADE PIE DOUGH recipe, doubling it, and putting most of it in my (soon to be) beautifully empty freezer. 🥧
What sort of kitchen do you wish you had? Let me know down in the comments!
♡ Maggie Ann