Giant Ginkgo

My dream kitchen will be industrial. It will have bright, wide open spaces framed by exposed pipes and a concrete, no-nonsense floor. The counters and door will be made of stainless steel. A drain installed in the center of the floor will allow you to hose down the whole place.

My dream kitchen will be very industrial. You will be able to walk into the fridge. The dishwasher, also stainless steel, will remove the toughest baked-on grit from oversized pans and baking sheets. Smoked-glass windows will stretch from the ceiling to the floor. Everything will be so large that a person could soak comfortably in the sink alongside the carrots and potatoes.

The countertops in my dream kitchen will have sharp, fearsome corners, industrial enough to cause goring. A black barrel full of toxic chemicals will sit in the far corner, and the ventilation ducts will be caked with hazardous dust. When they tear down my dream kitchen, the soil beneath will be poisonous, having marinated for decades in leeched contaminants.