‘Zactly. A time-capsule came on the market here, the kitchen entirely pink powder-coat steel w/ the overhead ‘fridge. It was both kicky and nauseating. Oh, and the Tiki Bar in the basement. . .
Been wondering if the ‘hidden kitchens’ of today will elicit that kind of head scratching. I mean the ones where everything but the sink are encased in tombs of Italian lacquer panels. (Or do those even exist outside of the mags??).
Don’t be mad at me if anyone reading this has one and loves it! Tell me how I just don’t get it. (And how you remember which museum-grade panel hides the saranwrap.)
(Re-reading this post and remembering a book about the home kitchens of famous chefs, and how very great the range of equippage and sensibilities. I should be more accepting of the varieties of human experience. But I would still need a map to find the cat food.)