My New Kitchen and Settling In

So I have a good substantial post coming up, just haven't much time to write the past few days. Anywhose, this is the kitchen. More cabinet space that I could possibly use, but thats a good thing. New marble tile back splash and floor. New oak cabinetry. New fridge coming in a few days.
Dining space gets a lot of great light, though the yard out there has zero grass so it needs a bit of work. I also plan to re-upholster the chairs to my dining table as soon as I locate a staple gun I can borrow. Only downside here is the electric stove and lack of dishwasher, but I've lived fine without both, it's just hard adapting back to things one has gotten used to.

Overall, I guess I am getting used to the place. It isn't quite hell, and it actually somewhat charming. Still the the area isn't exactly picturesque suburbia, far from it in fact, but a step up from the Rosemont area of Sacramento where I was. I am feeling a bit more at home, and the duplex itself is charming. The bathroom a bit inky dinky, but I'll live. I think the shock of moving just really hit me hard.Anyways with the kitchen I need to add some art in here at the far wall to give it some more color and life. Maybe put some fruit in that bowl. Any ideas, suggestions, or links to great resources are always welcome in the comments! My taste for design isn't exactly spot on so I always appreciate any advice.

Many Thanks

Many thanks to all of you who e-mailed me and left comments of your sympathies in my moving woes. It was beyond touching. Really. I cannot thank you all enough.

It amazes me how such a simple little blog can connect you to so many people.

The Gateway to Hell is becoming less so. I think it was all the drama and shock involved with the move. It's safer than I thought, though still, I look forward to moving to a nicer part of town. And plus, a tiny little closet bathroom for two gays? I see a civil war a-brewing. Still, the kitchen rocks, and the place would be cozy if I could pick it up and move it to a nice part of East Sac.

For anyone concerned, as many of you were, Rob and I are still together. I just haven't mentioned him recently because he is now reading the blog and finding out about that I poke fun at him regularly here. Not that that will stop me. In fact, it encourages me to do it more.

I still have no internet at home, and will be bringing you another post later today once I get to the school campus. A little story, culinary training, and an awesome recipe for a curried yogurt chicken salad.

Again, thank you all for your love, thoughts, well wishes, and mafia hit offers (the last I would like to save for a rainy day).

hearts to you all,
Garrett

Moving Update - Or - I'm Boned

Writing this at Borders Cafe. No internet until the 8th. And that's at best. I will try to update if I can, but the move had some issues so it may be longer than that. I'll try to find some way to put something new up in a few days.

Moving went horribly. I planned perfectly for everything that was expected. Everything was packed, loaded, and moved well. It was all the unexpected that went horribly, horribly, horribly wrong. Like, shit motherfucker fuck shit stab me in the eye wrong. Like, will cost me much money to fix. I for sure am not getting my deposit back. In fact, I'll owe my old apartment money 10-1. May explain it more in a later post.

Also, I like to call my new neighborhood Lil' Oakland, or the Gateway to Hell; but on the brighter side I guess I'm your man if you need to find a place where you can locate a good hookup for coke. May kill roommate for forcing me to have to sign a lease as he kept canceling on other appointments at other places and left it so we pretty much had to sign something at the last minute or go homeless. If you see in the news, "Food Blogger Murders Roommate," it's me.

Generally, I do not adapt well to change. But for certain reasons, this one has also been extremely hard for me. So I'm generally not handling it well.

Any and all prayers, magic, good wishes, and offers for mafia hits welcome.

P.S. On a plus side, the apartment kitchen has cabinetry up the wazoo. Seriously. I can store a second kitchen in the cabinets here. Yay for that. Plus new fridge. Yay. Electric stove. Boo.

Moving

So this is my pause post. I don't know for the what time, I lost track after the one with the meth lab next door (not a joke), but I am moving again. That means boxing up all my shit, sorting through the shit I want to keep and the crap I want to donate or throw away, and laboriously loading it into a U-Haul over many back breaking trips.

The said U-Haul I will haphazardly drive, endangering many and giving us all a moment to pause and ponder exactly what hemp smoked filled room of congressmen passed a law allowing any layman with a license behind the wheel of a 1-ton 16-wheeler doom coach.

Through the process I will curse. Ye Gods, I will curse. Those overhearing my dark forbidden words will suffer spontaneous nosebleeds. Children will cry. The elderly will be struck deaf. It will be biblical and ye shall tremble.

Plates will be lost. Fallen into whatever shadowy passages and realms, I know not of. Behind the counter to some distant place of dark nightmares and probably bits of cereal and a few twisty ties. Glasses will be broken, because damn it, whats a set of glasses without one shattered into a thousand fucking pieces?

I will be losing my gas stove. My baby, who has spoiled me. I sadly go back to electric. But I gain new cabinetry and well tiled floors and back splash. Given, it is a galley kitchen, yet I have overcome far more fearful, dungeon-esque kitchens where even the most stalwart and thick skinned cooks dare not brave for fear well understood.

Moving; it is anathema to me.

So, I will be emptying the kitchen. Eating pizza, take-out, and greasy MSG-a-licious Chinese food on paper and plastic. Taping up every bottle of oil and delicately loading it into a box like porcelain dolls, hoping each will survive the trip. Wrapping every goddamn dish in old pieces of newspaper. There will not be recipes. There will be no product reviews (maybe one or two if I can find the stupid port-drive I put them on). No restaurant reviews unless we count Pizza Hut.

If I post, feel lucky. I will try to be back up on the 2nd, or something. Maybe someone will say something stupid at work and I can toss that as a flesh cleaned bone to ya'll. Here's hoping. Of course, any time I ever said I was taking a break I posted anyways. So we'll see.

Then, of course, I need to hope I have the internet up and running when I get there. And then unpack the whole damn kitchen. And everything else...

Fuck.

Anathema. To. Me.