I love your pragmatic kitchen piece ~ when I divorced, I “downsized” from a chef’s kitchen of seeming abundance to one a fraction of the size, I had to rebuild my life and my larder from scratch, considering every pot and pan to be one I would reach for with care, rather than clattering through a cabinet of duplicate everything that my husband deemed were “just nice to have.”
I no longer desire things that are “just nice to have” and as I reflect back in the marriage I realize that I too had been relegated to a similar role.
I adore my galley kitchen as my place of abundance and having the space to hold everything I truly need.
PS
I too have an old Bakelite tube radio on the counter, one that needs to warm up before a single sound is emitted, but becomes the most soothing source of companionship.
And finally, PLEASE do not get me started on turkey tetrazzini- it’s what makes Thanksgiving leftovers worth living…maybe I should roadtrip from Rochester to Utica on this gloomy Saturday, hmmmmm.
Chicken riggies is way too much fun to say, and I'm also swayed by Sip and Feast's charm a bit. And as someone who cooks in a galley kitchen your essay struck home!
It took me a moment to realize who Jackson was (or is it is?).
Do you think your dish could work at a late May buffet? We just learned that one child and partner had invited a zillion people to our house to welcome them back to town.
A bf learning a new pasta and then making it a lot is a cannon event
I love your pragmatic kitchen piece ~ when I divorced, I “downsized” from a chef’s kitchen of seeming abundance to one a fraction of the size, I had to rebuild my life and my larder from scratch, considering every pot and pan to be one I would reach for with care, rather than clattering through a cabinet of duplicate everything that my husband deemed were “just nice to have.”
I no longer desire things that are “just nice to have” and as I reflect back in the marriage I realize that I too had been relegated to a similar role.
I adore my galley kitchen as my place of abundance and having the space to hold everything I truly need.
PS
I too have an old Bakelite tube radio on the counter, one that needs to warm up before a single sound is emitted, but becomes the most soothing source of companionship.
And finally, PLEASE do not get me started on turkey tetrazzini- it’s what makes Thanksgiving leftovers worth living…maybe I should roadtrip from Rochester to Utica on this gloomy Saturday, hmmmmm.
Chicken riggies is way too much fun to say, and I'm also swayed by Sip and Feast's charm a bit. And as someone who cooks in a galley kitchen your essay struck home!
not enough Jackson thus far in Mess Hall... MY TWO CENTS
It took me a moment to realize who Jackson was (or is it is?).
Do you think your dish could work at a late May buffet? We just learned that one child and partner had invited a zillion people to our house to welcome them back to town.
This is making me question my recent return to pescatarianism.