Aisle after aisle of kitchen gadgetry. Spatulas and pots and pans and sifters. Measuring cups and cutting boards and oven mitts. I could not understand it. How were any of these things fun or even pretty? The only way I could remotely entertain myself in The Kitchen Store was at the refrigerator magnet display. Even so, there was a limited amount of fun one could have with magnetic pigs wearing aprons and plastic bananas and signs telling you to Kiss the Cook.
The day I realized I was an official adult came at the precise moment I realized how much I enjoyed kitchen gadgetry. I'm pretty sure I called my parents and apologized for all the times I begged to pass over The Kitchen Store. And then I probably told them about the most amazing nonstick bundt pan I had just found and how had I ever lived without it and y'all should get one too!
Last week, Justin and I were walking around our neighborhood in search of a hardware store when we found it. A Kitchen Store within mere blocks from our apartment.
I could have bought three of everything. And it turns out I am not alone.
One Mr. Rigoloso was picking up gadgets nearly as fast as I.
I'm a sucker for little dishes to put my rings in while I wash dishes or cook or clean.
The cutest little spoon you ever did see. I think it's actual purpose is a rice spoon?
We'll use it as a coffee scoop.
In the words of Fleetwood Mac...
Time makes you bolder, children get older, I'm getting older, too.
Pretty sure Stevie Nicks didn't write that song in reference to The Kitchen Store. Or maybe she did.