I HAVE a vision of my ideal kitchen; a beautiful country kitchen. It is in a country house where I can see fields from the window. It has an Aga in which I cook country fare like casseroles and bread, filling the kitchen with mouth-watering aromas. It has light oak cupboards and granite counter tops. There are slate tiles on the floor. There is a large kitchen table where family and friends congregate to eat, read, talk and put the world to rights. There's a dog and a cat curled up keeping warm by the Aga.
Back on earth ... the reality is a smallish, untidy kitchen which occasionally has tin foil trays from ready meals in the bin and bread in the cupboard going blue around the edges.
I have just taken a look around and what do I see? The kitchen table has my laptop, a paper shredder, my iPOD in its docking system, a pile of tablemats, a plate bearing a few toast crumbs and an empty cup. The vacuum cleaner is standing accusingly beside me, shouting ‘use me, use me’, but I’m ignoring it for the moment. There is a can of spray polish on the breakfast bar – also shouting ‘use me, use me’. But I don't care. I'm happy in my kitchen and this table has seen many a meal consumed and heard a lot of laughter and a lot of chatter.
This is my first blog from Ar0und My Kitchen Table. I hope in the future to tell you about some of those conversations I have in my kitchens and to share random thoughts as they occur.
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