My favorite kitchen
When I was 21 and got my first place of my own (no roommates!) it was a kitchen so small I could sit at the tiny table and reach everything. It was equipped with a motley collection of kitchen stuff that I inherited from the previous tenant who was moving back to France. I still have a few of those thrift shop utensils and I wouldn’t trade them for anything from Willams Sonoma (well, maybe a 3 quart copper saucier…).
When I bought my first house and the kitchen, on the second floor (it was a two-family up and down), had a deck that backed into a wooded hillside. The first thing I bought was a charcoal grill (no gas for this guy) and that first summer every meal we ate had something grilled in it.
Years later, a downtown loft with stainless appliances, big views and concrete counters- I was single and finally happy in that state.
Today a white kitchen with green marble counters that belongs to a woman I’m happy being around, where I can cook for everyone who passes through- or just the two of us. Either way we’re laughing our way through every meal.
Kitchens are about living, not about money or status. Enjoy them all.
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