A Working Stove
18 December 2007 by Jean Johnson
This shot was at breakfast per the cup of black coffee and bowl of cereal. Then there’s a tray of winter squash ready for the oven and a basket of kale from the garden waiting for all manner of magic along with a beautiful lemon.
Clearly my stove is nothing extra, but it does yeoman service making tea in my grandmother’s copper kettle and firing up my cast iron wok that has found a home on the large back burner and is hidden here by the basket.
Taking the doors off the cupboards above was helpful for me. Now I can see my spices and herbs at a glance, and it’s a breeze to simply pour a bit out in a jar lid before adding to whatever I’m conjuring up. Having things at the ready really helps when you’re pulling food together quickly.
Apparently I’d been on a roll with polenta as well when I took this as I see the large jar of polenta off to the side, complete with the red-handled ice cream scoop that I spoon it out with. After all, life is art, so it’s got to be fun. At least that’s what the spotted dog, Abbey, sitting on the back of the stove tells me beside the frog Celeste.
