My kitchen is the size of a postage stamp. The floorspace square footage rivals a pocket handkerchief's. It’s only slightly bigger than a breadbox. My kitchen would fit on the head of a pin. The photo above is ten times the actual size of my kitchen.
I just realized that for most people born after 1970 or so, few of those similes make sense. I’m not sure either of my grown sons have mailed more than a handful of stamped letters, and if the Post Office continues to have hard times, postage stamps may become obsolete anyway.
No one under 60 uses a pocket hanky anymore – oops, just remembered somebody – well, hardly anybody. My kids wouldn’t. Would yours? And even as ancient as I am, I can barely picture a breadbox. The one we have I found at a garage sale and we keep the dog treats in it.
Possibly everyone knows what a pin is but it’s possible that not everyone has handled one, much less known what its head is for.
But the size of my kitchen is just as outdated as hankies and breadboxes. We call it a one-fanny kitchen because if there is more than one person in there all you do is crash butts trying to maneuver around. It can be quite comical at times, unless you are under the gun to get a meal on the table.
In modern construction the kitchen is open, airy, bright, spacious, with plenty of spots for people to hang out with the cook and watch the game or a movie. Counter space! I have about 18 square feet. There is about as much space on a decent sized picnic table. It fills up fast, as you can see.
This is not a modern house – in fact, pieces of it were built around 1960 and added on to in the subsequent decades. The pieces are hooked together in a most ingenious and unconventional way; that’s the nicest way to put it. In view of the construction history of this house, I guess I should be grateful it has a kitchen at all.
We figure our place – the residence, housing the office and living quarters, plus the older five of our eight cottages – was built for seasonal occupancy only. Families would come to “the fishcamp” in the summers, and without air conditioning, who wants to cook anyway? So make the kitchens tiny and leave a little more room for living or sleeping space.
I shouldn’t complain. We may have a small kitchen, but we have made some big meals in it – have fed as many as 35 people at once in our also-small living/dining room. And if it was any bigger, I’d probably just have more junk hogging the counter space. And if it held any more fannies, I’d probably lose patience and kick everyone out anyway.
Yeah, I’m really okay with it. Tiny kitchens are great! Bet you wish you had one!