This might take the prize for the biggest bump, but I ever so accidentally stumbled upon your lovely forum today and then in a moment so serendipitously immense it is beyond Kismet, found this particular post giving me the answers to questions that have been niggling my brain far too long. Thank you, thank you! Urm.... Thank you!!! Rain

Ok, thanks. i have read the instructions and am working on learning how to draw and post my drawings. i'm really good at somethings, but not that, at all! my drawings are on graph paper and pretty well fleshed out, and assumably i can someday figure out how to get the drawings into the computer and then uploaded to here. someday... meanwhile, this is just for fun, i wanted to see what others would come up with in this space. specifically, i do want to preserve the sightline of the water, so lower cabs only on the eastern wall and northeast corner. windows above those cabs. the west wall faces the firewood storage, so no windows needed there. the kitchen will have a big fireplace in which dh can bake pies and such, and our big farm table will be in front of it. he likes to sit at the table to do his prep, and we all gather around him and keep him company while helping. he has a 36" vulcan range, a commercial hood, restaurant sink station (it's a free standing huge stainless sink he prefers to use for prep and pots). dishes and dw will go in a pantry, sort of like willows--(only wider and more shallow--think 8' wide by 4' deep).) um, what else can i tell you? wish to HECK!!!! i knew how to post my dang drawings for you!!!! this would be so much easier!!

That's so cute, a2. OK. So, I first started making seriously "fancy" meals for friends in my early 20s. One night, I was having yet another large dinner party and asked a friend across the street to bring over some extra plates. I left the door open for her. This was the first night I tried to shuck oysters. I went in search of an oyster knife but couldn't find one, so I used a wooden paring knife. All was going well until the knife slipped and jabbed very deeply into the muscle between my thumb and forefinger--and broke. I got out most of it but a shard remained. Blood started spurting out. By spurting, I mean a geyser of blood erupted in exact time with my heartbeat. Erupted, and erupted, and erupted. I recall the odd visual image of the rear wall rising over my head, and wondered what that was about, until I realized I had done a "timber!" onto the back of my skull. Apparently I lost a significant amount of blood, so I don't really know how long I was laying there. Suddenly my friend showed up. She came into the kitchen, saying, "I've got the plates." I tilted up my head to look at her, and realized almost the entire kitchen floor was coated in blood. Diane was not good in emergencies. She looked around and said, "So. You need a hand, or?" Dinner was delicious, but we did lose an oyster. To this day, I still love the "or." Or what? Or are you totally fine bleeding out on the kitchen floor, no prob? WTF?

I play scrabble on there, non paying. My pogo name is: tastyemilydog682 In case you think I'm a weirdo for having that name, I tried for over 15 minutes to come up with a normal name without luck...they were all in use by someone else. So, then started using my dog's name, Emily...and this popped up and I thought it was kinda funny and was really tired of trying to come up with something so picked it.