
Sunday, Father's Day, Summer Solstice. Three good reasons to get out of bed at 5:30am and eat at The Original Pancake House. The fresh fruit crepes are delicious.
This weekend, TV provided an escape from the kitchen project. Sometimes my brain needs comic, nonsensical relief. 'Grandma's Boy' is a funny film about a nerdy guy who moves in with his grandmother and her roommates. I had to laugh when he was vacuuming the carpet and lifted the sofa to find three mummified cats underneath. I know my house needs a thorough cleaning. Good thing we don't have any missing pets. 'Beer Fest' was more of Gary's type of dumb movie. It's about German and American beer makers. Lots of drinking games and boobs. It must remind him of his army days in Germany. 'Idiocracy' is the story of a man who travels 500 years into the future where everyone is stupid. They think that this newcomer is a genius and will solve all their problems. The world is not really so different. Everything is based on advertising. They even believe that Gatorade is good for the plants. Lots of fun poked at the corporate world.
Oh, we did manage to get the shelves and paneling up this weekend.
Brothers Aaron and Jeff, from Gary's Rooter and Plumbing Service, installed the new faucet in our sink. They hooked up water to the new dishwasher and refrigerator. They explained how copper pipe connected directly to galvanized pipe creates rust through electrolysis. The rust particles ruin fixtures and appliances attached to the pipe. Hopefully, all the new connections won't cause problems. Seems we had a rusty nipple. Sounds painful. Especially when a sawzall was needed to remove it.
The filtered water tastes wonderful. Finally, I can enjoy a cup of Earl Grey tea without an unpleasant aftertaste. We tested the icemaker. It works fine. The water from the fridge is so cold that we probably won't need too much ice and we'll keep it shut off most of the time.

Tonight I'm pretending to have a kitchen. The cabinets are finally getting installed. Tim and his helper, Hans, worked most of the day lifting, shimming, drilling and sawing. It's been a bit noisy, but a constructive and not a destructive noise. They did have one small issue. Lazy susan was too wide to fit through the kitchen door, so they carried her around the back and brought her through the patio door.
I have no sink, no stove or oven, not even a counter top, but it feels like a kitchen. I'll pretend to cook a meal tonight and Gary and I can pretend to eat.

Kitchen experts talk about the work triangle. This is the distance from the refrigerator to the sink and the stove. It is a 28 ft. hike from the fridge to the sink. Then back past the fridge another 10 ft. to the microwave. I don't know which geometric figure this is. Certainly not a triangle.
Meals are a challenge. The first week we ate out quite a bit. That started to get spendy and we didn't always feel like going out. We've been experimenting with Trader Joe's frozen entrees. We're not big eaters, but some of those meals are too small, even for us. I had one that was mostly sauce.
I'm not a big fan of microwave cooking. Usually I use it for reheating leftovers or precooking potatoes. I did scramble some eggs in the microwave and they came out pretty good. Ending with strawberry shortcake always makes the meal worthwhile. Looks like another week, maybe two, before I can cook on a stove. Oh, a homemade grilled cheese sandwich sounds like a gourmet treat right now. Any offers?

Deciding to paint the kitchen green was the easy part. Deciding which green was more difficult. Spring Lawn, Key Lime, Fresh Pear, and Grasshopper were a few of the choices. There is, no joke, a color named Lettuce Alone. I've always wondered how paint colors are named. Maybe two buckets. One with adjectives and one with nouns, each chosen randomly, and combined to create a unique name for green.
We taped the samples to the wall and observed them whenever we walked past. Lush Meadow was the final winner.One small problem. Lush Meadow was not the paint brand we prefer. We took the sample to the paint department and the store clerk matched it and mixed the exact color.
We looked at the low VOC paints. The colors were limited and too muted for our taste. Sorry, Al Gore. Maybe there's a cap and trade program for households?
Funny thing. While painting, I got a strong urge for pistachio ice cream.