As a couple, cooking together is one of the things we do best. Even in our tiny shoe box of a kitchen (thanks, Seattle) we manage to operate like Sigfreid and Roy before one of them was mauled by a show tiger. Treating ourselves to the familiarity of a home-cooked meal is a comfort neither of us are willing to part with on the road.
Introducing our portable camp kitchen, tentatively named the Wander Küche! It’s our experiment in providing us a bit of additional storage that doubles as an expandable mini-kitchen. Oh, and patience. It’s also been an experiment in patience.
If I’m perfectly honest, the thing ended up being large, heavy, and more than a tad unwieldy. Make no mistake, luxurious monstrosity is reserved strictly for car campers and semi-permanent bridge dwellers. However, we are nonetheless incredibly proud of a creation we designed and built by ourselves. Finally, that architecture degree coming in handy!
The Wander Küche is assembled from a collection of 1/2″ birch plywood pieces we had cut by a local CNC router shop. And by shop I mean some dude’s creepy underground garage where he runs a side business in rapid prototyping (and making bodies disappear, I’m guessing). I was so scared when he invited me into the depths of his shop to end our transaction I messaged Iza to call the cops if I didn’t call her in 20 minutes. I’ll show you the text. I seriously thought it could have been the last one I ever sent. Turns out he was just weird and not a serial killer. Fine line.
Here are a few pre-production money shots:
What I would look like with 25 lbs. of muscle.
All pieces were computer cut from a single 4×8 sheet of plywood.
And a few grainy production shots:
Legs for days.
We are so organized.
The Wander Küche comes alive.
She should change her name to Sandy. *cough
That last one is what our little guy looks like all tucked in – small enough to fit sort of comfortably in the back of Jane Honda. Even if it takes the combined strength of both of us to carry the Wander Kuche anywhere further than a 5 foot radius of our car, we can’t wait to cook all the franks and beans our colons can handle.
Ikea, we’ll be over here waiting for your call.