I’m terrified of the day I move out of my current apartment. Over the past three and a half years, I’ve steadily accumulated more and more kitchen and serving ware, and there are no signs of it slowing down. I’ve got the monopoly on kitchen space, taking up every odd nook and cranny with mixing bowls, Tupperware, cutting boards, pots, pans, and more. The storage nook above my closet, which most people would use for luggage or off-season clothing, houses my stand mixer, food processor, dutch oven, serving bowls, this big ole wine cooler, and much more.
A Pinch of This 