With grief comes cooking
At a time of grief there is something very comforting about cooking. All I want to do is roll up my sleeves and bake, stir, sift, marinate, kneed, preferably in one of these kitchens.
I rarely swoon over a kitchen, but this first one is an exception’: the colour of the walls, the massive industrial windows, the huge dark Victorian cabinet and wood island bench . . .
photo Ricardo Labougle
via NY Times
via style files