What He Never Complains About...

I adore almost everything about my new house... except the counter space in my kitchen. Our kitchen is huge... but the counter where they put the sink is teeny-tiny. If we have dinner, and the dishes are not immediately done (and I mean between cooking dinner and eating dinner), there isn't enough space to clean up.

If we have breakfast, there isn't enough room to do the dishes. It's kinda strange for a house this large. There isn't enough room for a gourmand such as John to really spread out and cook. There's an enormous counter under the cabinets, but who cooks there? It's a true conundrum.

John never complains that this is the picture that most often meets him as he's finishing up an amazing meal (and they are ALL amazing):

And there's the space dedicated to cooking. Odd little space, isn't it? Lots of oven space. Lots of stove space... where's the stirring space? Where's the counter space? Where's the space for two cooks? Hmmm. Good thing only John knows how to cook, eh? Yeah, this is after breakfast.

You know what the real problem is? It's not the space that's the problem. It's that the lady that's supposed to do the dishes... is me. Hahahaha. I'm off blogging instead of doing the dishes. I'll get right on that. Just as soon as I finish writing.