Of Kitchen Porn

I have a confession to make.I’m addicted to porn. Kitchen porn.It has gotten quite bad. I look at my kitchen, then look at other kitchens in glossy magazines or websites, and feel a little... underwhelmed... by the one I have.I hear people talk about their beautiful kitchens and I don’t feel the same way about mine. What am I missing out on? Is the grass greener?My kitchen is perfectly functional. Everything is in the right place for the most part. But there are signs of aging. A few marks here and there. Scratches. Discolouration on the cupboard doors. Things not quite as they once were...I do enjoy spending time with my kitchen. But there are other kitchens that look amazing. They are perfection. They are perfectly lit. And they appear to allow you to experiment. I think I’d be able to do things with them that I can’t do with mine. And they’d let me and encourage me to try.And then there are the accessories. Oh, the accessories. I’ve been obsessing about Food Processors lately. It is nearly time. And knives. God I love good knives. The Pasta Maker was a slippery slope. The first step into a fast-paced world of glamour cookery.But even with the accessories dressing up my kitchen, allowing me to push a few boundaries and take a few risks, I can’t help but think that there is a better kitchen out there for me.I am concerned. If this goes too far I may find myself without a kitchen. Or worse, having to share someone elses. *shudder*I don’t think I’m alone with this... problem.It is time it is exposed. Share.You know you want to.- Simon(and yes, this is completely tongue-in-cheek!!)