November 2, 2010
This may seem obvious but living in Manhattan ain’t cheap. When people joke around about NYC housing prices…well, they aren’t really joking. Rooms are small, prices are high and the quality of an apartment is hit or miss.
That said, when I was looking for my future apartment, all I wanted was one thing: I wanted a kitchen. I needed a kitchen.
Cooking in Los Angeles was more of an annoyance than a joy. The parents’ kitchen lacked all (what I considered) the basic amenities a normal kitchen should have. (For example, sharpened knives…wooden spoons…a Microplane…okay, maybe that’s not a basic amenity but it’s really useful to have!) This future kitchen – my kitchen – was supposed to be the kitchen I never had. I was going to fill it with all the goodies and gadgets I’ve always wanted and I was going to cook my heart out.
Now finding the perfect kitchen was harder than I thought (especially in NYC, especially when you’re not making the big bucks and can’t afford some ridiculous luxury apartment). Most buildings are old; your typical studio kitchen is typically a half-sized fridge with some portable range placed on a narrow countertop. Of the dozen apartments I looked at, this was the nicer representation of a standard NYC kitchen:
(Definitely not the kitchen of my dreams.)
Luckily, there’s a happy ending to this post. The world must like me because…well…I’ll just let the picture speak for itself:
(THIS is my current kitchen – Isn’t it beautiful?)
So I now have my dream kitchen, complete with shiny tri-ply pots and pans, sharp Global knives and – yes – a Microplane. Not only does this kitchen define a small turning point in my life, where I shift away from eating out all the time to eating in more often, it also represents a turning point for The Food Ledger. Don’t worry, I’ll still do my restaurant reviews and such, but expect to see many, many more recipe and home cooking posts.
I learned to eat in Los Angeles; I will learn to cook in New York.