kitchen organization

So last week was approximately the worst week ever. Starting on Saturday (the same day we enjoyed some raw vegan food and gawking at Ben Folds at Pure Food and Wine and the dramatic stylings of the gorgeous and talented Paul Rudd in Grace), I came down with the worst sinus infection in history. Perhaps not human history, but my history, at the very least. Three days out of work (at a very bad time to be out of work, natch), and severe boredom set in. I couldn't do a darn thing. Except watch movies starring Hugh Grant. That I did with aplomb.

But this week I'm back. Not quite "better than ever," but back to my normal activities. On Saturday I came up with a whole apartment to do list that would give anyone chills. Calling the apartment disorganized is a bit of an understatement. It's a giant, world-consuming mess. I did not expect to get through the entire list in one weekend. I'm not Superman, nor am I my mother, who could totally get through it all because she may be Superman. I just wanted to get through one room. And for the most part, I did! It was the kitchen. And here's where my thought process went.

So our kitchen is sort of disorganized. We don't have a ton of cabinets, but we do have two microwave carts and one buffet-hutch-type-thing. Unfortunately, those are not quick doing the trick, and we just kind of jam things in places and hope for the best. No one ever knows where anything is. It's amazing.

In comes the shelving sale at the Container Store. I bought a few things for the bathroom last week, and they sent me a catalog with my order. And the catalog had these.

Ironically, months, even years ago, when the kitchen was on the top of my redecorating/reorganizing list, these shelves were the solution to all my problems. Ikea has something similar, much cheaper, which appeared alluring once upon a time. Husband was not really feeling it, so we focused on things we could agree on, like the living room.  Now that's just about done (if Ikea decides to continue producing the great bookshelf I would like to buy a duplicate of, we'll be finito shortly), my focus returns to the kitchen. With hints of bedroom, but that's another place, another time.

Here's the thing about Ikea. I'm swinging to the hate side of my love/hate pendulum for the Swedish masters. Our last trip there was the usual nightmare, rife with stress, arguments, and not having measured the length of a wall and buying a desk that might turn out to be longer than the wall we intended to put it on. It wasn't, by the way. The Ikea gods were obviously looking down on us.

And the Container Store shelving, while more pricy, promised to hold up to 500 pounds. Per shelf. I have no intentions of putting 500-pound items on my shelves, but Ikea makes no such promises. And I think my Kitchenaid standing mixer is about 400 pounds. And it has all these fun components! Accessories for shelves?  Now we're talking. Drawers, hooks, wine racks? I'm in heaven.

So, a bunch of money on the credit card later, our fancy shelves will be delivered on Sunday, and we will have a lot of Amtrak miles. I'm excited for the open, airy look, and hoping the open shelves (rather than cabinets) will force us to be more organized. We really put a lot of thought into what we would put on the shelves, how we would use them, and what accessories we wanted, so I hope we've made a good investment. And we can always buy more shelves and accessories, which is kind of fantastic, should our needs change.  They look relatively simple to put together--no enormous piles of screws!--and if we ever move and don't have room for them/have more actual cabinets, they'll break down easily to be stored.

Yeah, I'm sold.  I need to invest in a few more baskets or bins to put loose items in, and perhaps make my dream of shelves of mason jars full of beans a reality. Because my bean collection should be on display.

Of note: Husband did not make homemade seitan yet. I was too sick for seitan, and then this weekend I was so excited not to be deathly ill that I insisted on making other things. But I put nutritional yeast on my cereal this morning and it was amazing.

operation vegetarian

It is a truth universally acknowledged...that I haven't posted in long enough to gestate a human baby. And I haven't even gestated a human baby about it.

Let's not linger there. Or on whether or not I'll do this regularly. I have plenty to catch you up on, but my willingness to do so is limited. It interferes with my naps.

I was inspired to post today because of the mini-transformation I've gone through in the past month. You see, I think I lied to you. If I ever said I was a vegetarian, I was lying. From late 2009 to early August, 2012, I was a "pescatarian." And that was a stupid thing.

I spontaneously decided to go vegetarian (or whatever-a-tarian I actually went) back in 2009 because I was living alone and wasn't cooking meat anyway. I thought I'd see if I could do it. And I did it quite easily. Meat hasn't been cooked in my house since late 2009. Not even fish.

And I felt good about it. I felt green and healthy and like I was doing my little part to make the earth last maybe two months longer.

But I wasn't doing it right. I ate fish in restaurants and at our parents' houses and at weddings because it was too much work to find things on menus and inconvenience people. Guess what? I'mma inconvenience y'all now.

We went to Hawaii for our two-year anniversary, and something about all the fish I ate there broke me. I bought this t-shirt:

and I wanted to live it.

And the thing that has happened since I started this adventure has happened again. I'm having a ton of fun crafting meals, working to get all my food groups in and making healthy, delicious things. We touched down from Hawaii and I got two new recipe apps. Seriously, if the iPhone is good for anything, it is good for recipe apps. I don't have to plan meals ahead of time and make grocery lists. I can do it on the subway. And the day after we got home from Hawaii, I made "raw vegan cleanse soup" and it was amazing. We had to buy a new blender to turn kale into soup, but we learned a ton about blenders, how not to spend $400 on blenders, and Husband even turned a person away from the leaky Kitchenaid blender while buying our Ninja at BBB. 

I've conquered the tricky world of tofu. Seriously, I was a semi-vegetarian for three years and couldn't manage stir-fried tofu that stayed in the neat little cubes I cut it into. Yes, you seriously have to press it. When you get all that water out of it, you make it into a sponge for any flavor you want. And it is delicious.

And then you bake it and it gets this amazing crust on it and you forget you've ever had a potato chip. Or bacon.

Now you are asking, "What about Husband?" Yeah, he's not a vegetarian.  He is more like a vegetarian sympathizer. If there were vegetarian McCarthyism, he would be blacklisted. He doesn't eat meat in the house because I don't cook it. What he does in a restaurant or while he's at work is his own business. I try not to guilt trip him. I'm not on a mission with my vegetarianism.

But when he sent me an email about making his own seitan this weekend (for barbecue "ribs," natch), I did a happy dance in my office chair. It involves crazy ingredients--including liquid smoke--and that is right up his alley. I think he's wavering on his meat resolve. We spent the weekend with our vegetarian cousins, talking about being vegetarian, and I think it changed something in him.

And now I will post this and he'll read it and go have a baconchickenwingtunahamburgerpepperoni sandwich. Or a turducken. But don't let him make you think he doesn't enjoy raw beet salad, kale stuffed with feta, or carmelized onions with quinoa. Because his reactions to my meat cooking were never as enthusiastic as his reactions to my vegetarian cooking are.

I'll try to report back on Mission: Homemade Seitan.

(Honey, if you go full veg, I'll have something to blog about. Just saying.)