My Kitchen Sink

Context

I was chatting today with a new friend, who happens to be part of my city’s historical society. She mentioned they were collecting pictures from community members of their kitchen sink. Everyone has a kitchen sink, and many of us spend a lot of time there. A kitchen sink tells a story, and can provide an “around the world” type experience to see what’s going on. I love the idea and decided to partipate while also providing some of that kitchen sink history.

The Sink

Here is my kitchen sink. No prep was taken. I walked over, took a picture, and uploaded it here. Sometimes it looks better, sometimes it looks worse. This is what it looks like right now.

Zoom in, you just might find something gross.

The History

My wife and I moved here in 2020. Great timing, I know. ¹

One of the very first things we did was replace the kitchen sink. The original sink felt older than this house. It was large, but the usable basin space felt small. Ol’ sinky looked dirty even when clean. The faucet was terrible and seemed specifically design to only wash the middle hump. We needed an upgrade.

Don’t ask me why one drain ring is brown.

For our replacement we wanted a single basin so we could fit large items in there, like sheet pans. We wanted the faucet to be the extendo-hose rather than a separate hose like I grew up with. We went back and forth on color and material, ending up with a black sink made of whatever this happens to be made of. Years later the black still stands out, but eventually we plan on redoing the look of our kitchen.

We spend a lot of time here at the kitchen. We rarely eat out, meaning lots of cooking and lots of cleaning. We tend to clean a lot as we go, with my wife heading up the cooking and me as dish washer extraordinaire. We usually don’t full clean, but make sure things are clean-dirty. Rinsed, not piled in the sink, and ready for the morning ritual.

Every morning, my wife and I wake up super early because our pets are assholes. I’m talking 5am.

We read for a bit, usually scrambling to catch up on book club reading we postponed. Around 6am we put on some music and make our way to the kitchen to start doing dishes. I wash, she dries. It’s nothing very noteworthy, but it’s a time I have grown fond of. We start off the day with something productive that has an immediate visual impact. More than that, we spend time together.

Footnotes

1. COVID, I am talking about COVID. ↩