I'm not sure why the phrase "kitchen porn" rolled off my tongue so easily. I think it's always been in the back of my mind - every time I wandered through a home improvement store, IKEA or one of those high-end of kitchen design showrooms, I always just thought "This is what it must be like for people who are into porn." They fantasize about what they'll do with and in these rooms and they figure the biggest, best equipment and shiniest toys will make them happy, even if just for a little while.
Now, after five years of dealing with what can easily be described as the saddest, smallest kitchen outside of perhaps Tokyo, we're finally getting ready to remodel our kitchen. And now I can indulge my kitchen porn fantasies.
First stop . . . magazines.
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