About one year ago, we moved into a lovely new house and one of its many delightful features is the new red kitchen.
Actually, only the kitchen cabinets are red, but such is their glossy lustre that the entire room basks in their cheery glow.
But the new red kitchen hasn’t turned us into greedy gluttons. Not yet, anyway.
If anything, I have simplified my cooking and added new food items onto my list of things I prefer not to eat. (These are mostly meat products.) I get pickier and pickier as I get older.
The fridge is usually empty, too.
But what’s nice, is that the red kitchen is a very comforting and caring place. Even a stale, dry cracker tastes good in there.
It’s a very lovely space to come home to.
In summer, we open up the french doors in the evenings and revel in the extra daylight hours.
In winter, we close the heavy window shutters and take shelter from the elements.
It’s not a huge space, nor is it a luxurious kitchen, but we are very happy with it. Our new red kitchen is a modest success story.