Laura-Jane - Last year

As you can see by the above montage of goodies, I used to bake.

In my old urban life, I used to bake all the time. There was nary a day that went by when we didn’t have any home-made dessert on hand: zucchini bread, cookies, squares, cakes, and bars. We had it all!

But then we moved across the country and started renovating our crazy 100-year-old house. We tore out the kitchen, oh, nine months ago. And we still haven’t put it back together again.

Yes, friends, we’re still washing the dishes in the tiny bathroom sink. Still! Nine months later!

Our kitchen doesn’t have any cupboards, counter, sink, or anything. The kitchen just looks like a fridge and stove sitting in the middle of a barren living room. It’s not that we don’t care; it’s just that we have had more important projects to work on.

Normally, we function pretty well without a kitchen. It has been nine months; so I guess we’re used to it by now.

But somehow I recently got it into my head that I should bake oatmeal cookies. I tore the house apart looking for my box of unopened baking supplies. I finally found it.

Baking supplies

This poor little box (containing vanilla, baking powder, pearl tapioca, and a few spices), came all the way across the country with us. It waited in “the box room” (a closed-door bedroom full of boxes of our stuff) for almost an entire year. And yesterday, I found it and slit it open.

“Aah, my baking supplies!” I said.

I looked around the kitchen. No counter, no clean mixing bowl, not much of anything.

I closed the box back up again. Maybe in another nine months…there will be cookies!