The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, and where do we start to prepare the meals for the one we love? Yep in the kitchen.
However, there are Kitchens, and there are, well, kitchens.
Some cost thousands of pounds (my sister’s was over 12 grand and the cupboards didn’t fit, the drawers were mismatched and she couldn’t have tiles behind her cooker as it had been set too close to the wall and the glass lid wouldn’t close) or just a few pence.
Ah, I can see you are intrigued as to how a kitchen can work out so cheaply.
Let me tell you, both of us prepared some fantastic meals in that kitchen.
People laughed at us but when it rained, we were the driest, AND cooking a hot meal whilst they huddled in their cars eating soggy fish and chips.
Hubby and I used to camp, and in the beginning had a very small tent (pup tent actually where we had to be friends sleeping so close together else we got damp).
For the grand cost of 99p (you can tell I’m going back a bit), we purchased a ‘kitchen’ to give us more space.
This was in the form of a large plastic tarpaulin which we attached to the front of the tent.
It was sufficiently spacious for us to sit in our folding chairs and cook over the burner, the ‘door’ being left open of course.
I’ve seen butler sinks in fields, bath tubs used as drinking vessels for horses and abandoned toilets overflowing with flowers, but an outdoor kitchen always brings back happy memories.
Written for Frank’s Tuesday challenge: