Some people think about white picket fences, big grassy lawns, windows with shutters, or even a view of the ocean from their bedroom, when they imagine their dream homes. All of these things are nice, but what I care about the most is having the perfect kitchen.
Perfect is a heavily loaded word, but I'm willing to sacrifice other parts of the house if it means I can prance around in my magical kitchen wearing a lovely lavender apron. Well, my apron doesn't HAVE to be lavender, but I imagine it would complement the pastel yellow walls (with white accents) very well. On the counter I will showcase my Kitchen Aid mixer, which I cannot afford to own right now as a poor college student. I hope to have a massive island counter, located conveniently in the center, for me to lay out all my ingredients to make fresh pasta dough and homemade baked goods. Big sinks excite me too. I don't really mind doing the dishes, especially since I grew up bonding with my mom while she did them after dinner. Lighting is important as well, because I think it makes food look better, therefore taste better (for the eyes at least). My oven in my old house never worked well, so the idea of having a brilliantly cooperative oven is a luxury I feel I must have in my perfect vision. I could go on and on describing my dream kitchen, but the main requirement is that it be spacious enough for me to dance around in my little apron without having to worry about hitting anything. (No need for bruises.) This is such a fanciful dream, I know, but cooking/baking is my ultimate obsession so it seems only fitting that I've concocted such a romantic vision for myself. It's really an indulgent desire I feel no guilt for having.
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