As in, I have a very limited kitchen here in the hotel. One skillet, 2 pots, no oven safe dishes, and the most meager selection of cooking utensils. The spatula came pre-melted and the kitchen scissors were already broken. We have exactly 6 plates, forks, knives, spoons, and cups, so I have to either run the dishwasher or do all the dishes by hand after each meal. We arrived on the fourth of this month and I am fast running out of ideas. Oh, and everything I am cooking is from memory since my cookbooks are still in a crate somewhere.
I have another 2 weeks of this before we can move into the house we found, if we have managed to communicate effectively with the landlord. We are still not sure he understands us and we are not understanding him. Tomorrow's task is to get with the housing office and see if we can get all this straightened out.
Peter was supposed to start feeding therapy before we left, but time ran out. He spits out more than he consumes, which is messy and frustrating, since he is 18 months old and weighs barely 19 pounds. Trying to come up with healthy, filling things for him is so hard. Funnily enough, most of his words involve food. "hot dog", "pop-pop" (popsicle), "app" for apple, "lo-liv" for olives. He also calls us all by name.
I go to the commissary each day to get what I need for supper. My mother does this all the time, but it is not for me. I like to have a menu and a stocked kitchen. I am awaiting Tony's arrival home from work. He has been taking the kids to the park and I can walk to the store (if it is not raining) and cook supper while the kids burn off all their pent up energy. That is our daily afternoon routine for now, but I am looking forward to having my kitchen fully functional very soon!