You'll notice my KitchenAid mixer on the counter. I got it as a wedding gift, and had it - briefly - while living in Idaho. Then, rightly anticipating I wouldn't have room for it in New York, it was taken to California to live in my parent's garage. Long story short, after a plane ride and some heartache, my KitchenAid and I have been reunited after six years. It's like being in love all over again.
The small scale - The American Family Scale - was a street find in Brooklyn. It has been used in the past to hold plants, but now it gives me the correct weight of my bananas.
Truth be told, I don't use many of these cookbooks. The ones I generally use are to the left of the microwave and include the classic Betty Crocker, two ward cookbooks, a family cookbook, and binder full of hand-scrawled recipes on scrap paper. But I keep these around for casual browsing, and sometimes I read Emily Dickinson poems to Edie while she eats. The book is organized by season. Edie seems to prefer the spring and summer poems. As do I.
One of the first things I noticed when we moved in was the butler's pantry. I don't even think the guy showing us the apartment said those words, I just walked in and knew, instinctively, what it was.
I've mentioned that I gave up sugar for the month of April, which explains how there is still Easter candy left. The canister I got at Fish's Edy, my favorite store, and I keep Trader Joe's cereal bars in it. Of course.
Here's why I like this kitchen: it's sunny and bright, even in the winter; it has a dishwasher; there is more than one drawer; and, it has a dishwasher.