If you're here because you thought the kitchen of a food writer and culinary school grad would be cooler, fancier, and more exciting than yours, then allow me to introduce myself. My name is Niki, and I am going to be a disappointment.
But if you want to feel better about your own hoarding tendencies and weird food habits, then welcome! Please, step inside the magical world of my home kitchen: the windowless wall in the windowless room that also "conveniently" happens to be the living room, dining room, den, and library of my "spacious" two-bedroom apartment in Bushwick, Brooklyn. Charming, isn't it?
Yes, that is all the counter space. And yes, before my roommate and I purchased our handy Ikea kitchen
island islet, our cutting boards were perfectly at home on the coffee table, floor, and any other relatively flat space (cough, my bed).
But the lack of surface area is more than made up for by a whole lot of cabinet and drawer space. Space which, for the very first time, I shall bare to the public in all its unadulterated mediocrity. Here we go!