<Your kitchen sounds like such a special place!>
Yep, it is kind of a special place... Seems to me that Gaugie and MJ's kitchen might be a lot the same. Always a lot of things "happening" in it. Last week there were crocks of cukes soaking in brine for dills and mixed vegetable pickles. This week it was spiced peach and apple butters simmering away on the stove...and today it was batches of pesto to be frozen in ice cube trays for use later in the winter. In a few weeks, it will be soup simmering... made from Jacob's Cattle beans from our garden.
My kitchen's a funny place...in a humorous way that is... at least that's why my friends tell me.... Strings of dozens of dried chile peppers and bunches of herbs hanging in the doorways, lots of unusual hand-thrown pottery bowls and dishes on open shelves where I can see them and enjoy them. The fridge door is completely covered with photographs of everything from a shot of the wooden steeple of a church in Saco, Maine, to those of mushrooms on my favourite forest trail, or photos of dogs that used to own me, or of friends and family, and our horses, goats, chickens... You name it, it's there...
Out the window I can see the garden and the forest beyond, or look out and see my horses or the goats out in the field.
My kitchen's not very big, but it's functional... Enough room that friends can help with the cooking, or maybe just stand around sipping a glass of wine or a cup of tea while I dodge around them.... And heck, if they keep getting in my way, I can send them out to the living room to play with my puppets...;-}> |
