A little bit of love and a lot of cleaning and organizing have made my small, dark kitchen seem new and comfortable.
For nine years, I have hated my kitchen.
People are always surprised to hear it: Somehow, there’s a prevailing notion that all food writers are possessed of dream kitchens—spacious, light, airy, equipped with state-of-the-art appliances and gleaming copper cookware.
And wouldn’t that be nice?
I am blessed to have nice equipment (including gleaming copper), but the kitchen it occupies is rented and not the stuff that my (or anyone else’s) dreams are made of. Read More