If there was a heart to the home where I grew up, that room would definitely be the kitchen. The activity of cooking, whether for holidays or for the commonplace times, are some of my earliest and most vivid memories. In the last house I owned, I cooked all the time, whether making daily dinner, cooking for guests, or baking for holidays. However, during the time in my apartment and the last two transitional places, I have seldom cooked. This was partially because it is hard to get too excited about cooking for oneself, but more importantly, I never felt at home in the kitchens.
So it is like a dream come true in my new place to have a spacious, well-equipped kitchen, particularly during these days of enforced domesticity. The picture here is taken from the dining room through the pass through window which I am sure to be using when I entertain. The long granite counters provide great preparation space for the combination 5 burner stove and convention oven. Not seen from the picture is the double door refrigerator and additional counter space.
Another thing that excited me about this space is the abundance of storage space. Look at all of those cabinets! I have space for everything I own and a lot of space to grow. I even have a cool pot cupboard with a corner door and lazy Susan shelves.
Finally, at the end of the room is a breakfast nook facing out toward the balcony with a tilted glass skylight to let in morning sun. Like every room in the house, the kitchen is always light.
I’ve already cooked more often and more complicated recipes than in all the places since my last house. Of course this has been necessitated by the times, but it has been made wonderful through the gift of my kitchen.
Be safe, be strong.