The Funky Kitchen

While on a search for our first house, the Mister and I viewed a total of 15 houses before putting in an offer on the one that is now ours. Did we buy house number 15? No. We bought house number four.

When we walked into house number four, I fell in love with all of the character and immediately started planning things. Bookshelf here… bed here… I’ll put my plates in this cupboard…

Mister and his Dad, our renovation expert/ house inspector extraordinaire, were not so sure. There is only one closet in the entire house. Some structural work would need to be done. We would need to sacrifice some of the back yard so that we could park the cars. But at the same time there was so much good going on: new furnace, new shingles, mostly new windows, and a good floor plan.

I was getting increasingly whimsy about the front porch and the french doors, planning and dreaming away; I knew that this was going to be my house. And then we decided to say no. It was so exceedingly right in many many ways, but it was just not right enough.

Our team moved on, and saw other houses. We started to see houses that were more expensive than we were hoping our house would be, but we did not fall in love or be enamoured with them either. We saw houses with all of the bedrooms in the basement, and houses with water in the basement.

We made an appointment with a foundation specialist, to go back to house number four. And he said that the house was sound (!), though there was some other work to be done.

And so, with no more further ado, I would like to introduce you to our house:

We’ve had it for two weeks; we’ve made our first payments. We don’t live there yet, as work is still being done, and we have an unexpected bathroom reno to do. But we will live there soon, and I am so excited. The house above is why August was so slow around here.

When we move in fully, though, I’m going to be straight into the kitchen, believe me. I love it’s old European feel. A friend already gave us a planter of organic basil for the window sill, and another friend made us this gorgeous cutting board out of maple and walnut wood.

This is going to be quite an adventure, hopefully it won’t be too bumpy of a ride.

These are our new bento boxes.

They’re like lunch boxes, except very compact and all in one. I ordered them from J-box after hearing about them from a friend, I picked out the cute blue bunny moon one, and Mister picked out a samurai one.

What’s so awesome about bento boxes, you ask? Other than being really interesting to look at, there are lots of little compartments to keep your foods separate without using disposable bags, how environmentally friendly! The compartments, at least in ours, are removable or adjustable depending on the type of lunch you are packing, so that you aren’t locked into packing only certain types of lunches. The cutlery has a place provided for it, so you don’t need to pack it loose. As well, they aren’t big lunch boxes, I’ve been known during the school year not to pack lunch so that I can pack an extra textbook in my bag. Despite their small size, Mister ‘s bento box still provides him enough food so that he isn’t still hungry when he’s done his lunch.

His only complaint: you can’t really pack a sandwich in one of these… but I’ll be working on that.

Mister’s clips together at the sides so that the lunch box’s compartments are held together, while mine is held together with an elastic band. If you pack something that needs heating up, pop off the lids and you can pop the compartment in the microwave. Don’t feel like washing it by hand? That’s ok, you can put it in the dishwasher.

On the menu this particular day was tuna onigri (to go with our Japanese lunch theme), carrot sticks, rhubarb crisp and a Babybel cheese. It all fit into our respective bento boxes, and we took them the next day to work.  Onigri for lunch was so tasty! And if you stop by in the next couple of days, I’ll have the recipe for making them posted up.

Happy lunching!