This morning I cleared the fridge of its many boxes of bad leftover carryout food. By this point I’ve lost all will to look for healthier options or to half-prepare food on the back deck and then wash the dishes in the bathtub. Now we’re in the Styrofoam clamshell du jour phase of kitchenlessness. I will be so happy when we this project is over.
The latest delays were not our contractors fault at all but our own for dropping the ball on countertops. Who knew the granite company would have a two-week wait time for scheduling a template fitting? Then, it took another 10 days to cut the counters.
But the counters are coming tomorrow and plumbing (thank the water gods) the day after. To finish, our cabinet guy is going to come with knobs and handles, and then we still have to find a reasonably priced wine cooler to go in the frame in the picture above. If you recall from previous posts, this is our “pass” — a window into the kitchen that people first come across when they enter the back of the house. My vision of completion involves a bottle of wine and several glasses waiting on the soon-to-arrive counter top for dinner guests.
Finally, we have to install a hood over the big, bad six-burner range. My wife and I are at loggerheads about which hood to buy. I want a full-tilt-boogie one that vents to the outdoors, but this would involve a little (barely visible) exposed duct work over the cabinets. She wants to get a recirculating hood that purifies the cooking fumes through charcoal and sends the hot air back into the room. We may have to go to mediation over this.