Kitchens of the past were so sparsely furnished. There was limited counter space, the energy to create wonderful meals from scratch was provided by the homemaker and not from a machine that we conveniently plug in. We are so lucky! One house I lived in was built in 1830, it still had a lacking kitchen--there was no place appropriate for a fridge. This was my favorite house, it had a certain romance about it. The kitchen was the hub of the house. Baked goods tasted best there. It was the only place I ever canned anything. I am grateful I don't have to do the infinite amount of chores women had to do 100 years ago, everything was work. But at the same time I wish we could all slow our pace and appreciate ourselves just a bit more. So here I sit at home with a beautiful kitchen stocked with my favorite dishes, appliances and food. No cow to milk, no butter to churn, no bread to bake... so why don't I feel like making dinner?
The above illustration is from "Bluberries for Sal" by Robert McCloskey.
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