Back in New Jersey, when I first got into the sprinkles mania, decorating cookies meant several trips down to the basement where I kept the box with my collection of cookie cutters and two more really large and heavy plastic bins for the sprinkles and icing. Halloween cookies – for which I have only half a dozen shapes and use little more than white and black and yellow and orange – required the same effort as Christmas cookies, for which I have nearly 20 shapes and use as many colors as I can manage.
Then one Christmas in the middle of the construction process, I sent a batch of cookies to my builders. They were wowed – naturally – and there ensued a discussion of where to store my vast and growing collection of cookie paraphernalia. The solution they came up with allows me to be the envy of all my cookie-baking friends.
In one wall of my kitchen is a door. Not an obvious door, and with a clever use of paint, we did what we could to make it disappear entirely. It’s held closed with a magnetic touch latch, and when you push on the door where the latch is, it opens to reveal this:
Now I have to head back to my decorating station – notice the TV remote on the left-hand edge of the photo below. Friday isn’t a particularly good day for the mindless programming I prefer, but here in my office, I can hear the opening tones of the CSI theme, so it’s not a total bomb.
Enjoy the weekend!