Welcome to the Bunker

So as I've mentioned before, my house is going through a major reno. Thankfully I have my room back and my own bed to sleep in, but the worst has hit us now with the complete demolition of our beloved kitchen.

What was once this:

a place of many infamous predrinks, birthdays, family dinners, spontaneous shenanigans and permanent grazing  is now this:

 

So what is a Jewish family to do when you remove the centre of the universe - the kitchen - from the home?   Why, make up a new one of course!

Enter the bunker: our laundry room/makeshift kitchen in the basement that resembles a mildewed bomb shelter.

The barred window above the sink really lends the room a welcoming ambiance, as does the wire hanger booby trap keeping the freezer door shut.

Hats off to my mom who crammed our essentials into the tiny room that will feed my parentals, myself and the animals for 3 painful months. She organized it so everything we need has a place and will tide us over until September when our brand new fancy kitchen will make its debut.

Although we all agree that killing ourselves did enter our minds, we're making do.  We have an oven, a microwave and a toaster, but I can tell you that it feels weird washing tomatoes in a laundry tub and boiling pasta next to the dryer.

Most of all I hate that I can't really entertain unless the weather cooperates, which it totally isn't (rude!), plus baking is fairly impossible, slash way too much of a hassle. Despite the shitty circumstances, I'm trying to suck it up and embrace the bunker --much like my mom who sits contently eating a lola while watching the food network at our new teensy IKEA dining table.

I know it's a means to an end but I really just wish it would end now....