Where the magic happens

I remember when I first moved into my apartment and remember seeing the kitchen. I wan not impressed but was glad to have my own space to create my culinary tour de forces. I have grown to love its little quirks. From the brown cabinets that I have to spray with Pam to keep from squeaking to the old stove that has taken alot of punishment from me to my yellowing fridge were the light doesn't work. The little touches from the clock to the stick on apple decals and my Rachel Ray garbage bowl.  It non the less makes me want to create new meals and experiment. So what of I don't have stainless steel appliances or a dishwasher.My hands work. Take a look at my little kitchen and look around all of the meals I have prepared for better or worse, it's perfect.