Well, after four months of delays and and false starts and waiting for permits, we finally got the go-ahead to start the Great Kitchen Renovation of 2008. It had begun four months earlier, when the first new appliance was installed, a Bosch Evolution 700 Series Range (which I have come to love). I was so happy that if I'd had some Champagne in the fridge, I'd have popped it (or better yet, sabered it). I know, I know, it must be a sign of the Apocalypse that I've run out of Champagne. But fear not, a delivery of life-saving bubbles is on its way.
Anyway, the OK was a sudden avalanche of permits and licenses and exhiliration, so we began a rushed evacuation of the cabinets and drawers. Wow, I've got more wine glasses than God! Hey, that's where those things went... Within an hour 14 years of accumulated stuff was in the living room, and soon after our General Contractor appeared. His crew arrived moments later and began ripping out the old cabinets and countertop.
As I worked on my laptop, I could hear banging, crashing, sawing and all sorts of horrendous sounds. The floor vibrated, the walls shook, wait a second, were they digging their way through to my next door neighbor's place? Not such a bad proposition, he's got a really nice terrace after all... My downstairs neighbors must have thought the Cloverfield monster was stomping its way through my apartment. What a whirlwind of activity!
Before I knew it, the kitchen was nearly empty. This tiny New York kitchen, which had taught me how to cook, which had seen countless cooking experiments, which had seen me discover my love of Burgundy, and which my suburban friends had constantly mocked (yet had enjoyed on their rare visits to the city), was almost completely empty.
Goodbye, old friend.