Miss Footloose’s post on her bizarre new kitchen (and bathroom) in Moldova, got me thinking about the sheer number and variety of kitchens I’ve lived with while we were overseas.
The first one in Azerbaijan had a magnificent floor, and the cupboards weren’t bad, but the oven didn’t work and the fridge wouldn’t get colder than 13C in summer. And let’s not talk about the cockroaches and those ghastly pink wall tiles which were covered with layers of grease when we arrived.
Kitchen number 2 in Azerbaijan was a huge improvement. It was literally the apartment above the old one, so essentially the same layout, but soooo much nicer and with brand new appliances that actually worked!
Kitchen number 1 in Dubai was in villa and certainly was large enough. But which bright spark decided on the white floor tiles? With a constant trickle of sand blowing in under the ill-fitting door, all it took was a few drops of water to turn it into mud. That floor was never clean for longer than 5 minutes (during which this photo was taken).
Our kitchen in Cairo was as lovely as it looks . . . apart from the complete lack of air conditioning. The landlord told us we were supposed to have a maid to cook for us, hence no need for air conditioning in this room. Unfortunately it was me who was literally sweating over a hot stove.
Dubai kitchen number 2 was the largest kitchen I’ve ever had. It was so big that I never did fill all the cupboards and so some were given over to spare bedding and hobby supplies. It had a great view facing west with some fabulous sunsets.
Dubai kitchen number 3 was a lot smaller, but open plan to the living and dining room, which I liked. I hate being shut away in another room when I’m cooking as I like to be able to chat and socialize while I chop and stir.
Last one – kitchen number 4 in Dubai (yes, we moved a lot). This was the smallest of all. So small in fact that there were more appliances than cupboards. It’s a good job the supermarket was only a 5 minute walk away as I really couldn’t store more than a day or two’s food at a time.
Interestingly, whether well or poorly equipped, large or small, I still managed to turn out pretty much the same meals without too much difficulty. A valuable lesson learned, now that we’re contemplating renovating our kitchen in Canada because now I know that spending thousands on fancy layouts and equipment will do nothing to improve my cooking skills!