he kitchen has dark brown cabinets with two double doors. These cabinets are filled with dishes, cups and bowls on one side and spices along with a box of assorted celestial seasons tea and two boxes of assorted individual packs of oatmeal on the other. The sink is surrounded by a forlorn stove to the left and a dish rack to the right. The frequently used white refrigerator is located about 10 inches in front of the dish rack and stands next to the microwave rack, which houses a black microwave and a biscuit colored convectional oven. Right in front of the rack is a six chair, black dining room table with gold trimmings. The white and black stove is generally clean, but always seems to be covered with blankets of empty bowls and the occasional pot or two. So I guess I really do make use of it, even though it snows in Florida more often than I actually cook, you can’t discredit its ability to double as a table. On the, off white colored, wall between the cabinets and refrigerator hangs a smoke detector and the receiver for my wireless doorbell. The kitchen itself is actually apart of one big room which runs right into the living room.