Me, myself, and my kitchenette

Last night, my friend Christine and her boyfriend Jay treated me out to a fried chicken dinner over at 689 in Carbondale.

For 20 buckaroos you get a salad, a big plate of fried chicken served alongside mashed potatoes & gravy, braised greens, biscuits, and a fruit crisp! What a deal,  no?

I LOVED the mashed potatoes and the unique coating on the chicken.

I also moved into my “home” for the next six months last night. I love the cozy little place that is the perfect size for me…but if I could present a teeny problem, it’d be the kitchenette.

It seems perfectly feasible for any single gal or guy out here in Colorado for the ski season, who would probably spend most of his or her time out on the slopes, but for this gal who likes to spend a good chunk o’ time in the kitchen… Hmm yea, a bit problematic.
 
But fear not, I have not give up hope! When I imagined myself cooking in this kitchenette, it immediately reminded me of Linguini’s apartment in the movie Ratatouille.

See? Nothing’s impossible! Instead of the Eiffel Tower, I simply have a view of trees changing color and mountains in the backdrop.
 
There will definitely need to be a change in my cooking style or even potential menu items. It’s actually sort of exciting to think what I might be able to cook up in this kitchenette!