I love looking at photos in magazines of pristine kitchens with polished granite, fresh flowers, and a sleepy cat curled up on the bar stool. My kitchen, however, is a working kitchen with piles of cooking magazines, notebooks, bags of spices I’ve brought home from a recent trip, dish towels that won’t fit into the drawer, and coffeepots brewing most of the day (I have three.) There’s always a dishwasher whizzing away (I have three of those too.) Polished granite only happens if there’s a party or photo shoot coming up in the next 15 minutes. I admit I did a little tidying before taking these photos, but the tidying was long overdue. Someday, I’ll photograph some other nooks and crannies where my cooking toys abide, but for now this is what I’m willing to share.
My kitchen is the heart of my home, and my happy place. I hope you’ll visit for a class, bite to eat, or a cup of coffee. And if you need any reading material about cooking, I can help you with that too. Just don’t expect to find any cats sleeping on the barstools, but if I know you’re coming I’ll polish the granite.