1970 something. And this is my mothers kitchen. She designed it. A large picture window over the sink. A giant mirror on the wall the same size. The massive copper hood. A stove in an island. Two tone butcher block. Mustard yellow vinyl placemats. Bruer Cesca armchairs. Oh the wood ceiling! the track lighting! the terracotta flooring and backsplash! And her knives in a glass box by the sink. There she is in her batik apron looking very chic. I love her. She's my mom.
and here is me and my dad enjoying the kitchen that mom loved. But remember its not where you cook its what you cook. Things change. Kitchens change. But food continues to be enjoyed.