The View from the Pantry Kitchen

My chef father may have cooked in the kitchen, but he maintained a small office area in the pantry. Here he could sit with his morning coffee and peruse cookbooks for new ideas. He kept a pad and pencil for jotting down ideas and even articles he wished could someday write. (He yearned to be a writer, not a chef. I write for a living, but hope to become an accomplished cook.)

After reading Lydia's Oct. 12 post at The Perfect Pantry — in which she poses the question, "When you think of a pantry, what comes to mind?" — I started thinking about that kitchen office. Our pantry was large and had built-in, floor-to-ceiling shelves on one side of a long narrow room. At the end was a high window and a counter. The window overlooked a gravel driveway and our backyard. There my father pulled up his high stool.

Unwittingly, I created the same sort of perch for myself when I bought a high stool that can be pulled up to the kitchen counter. My own window overlooks a copse of cedar trees and a 110-year-old horse-and-buggy barn (pictured above).

In spring and summer I can watch birds of all kinds at the feeders or in the copper birdbath. In fall, I watch the garden turn to russet and gold and often see migrating birds flying above. One cold day I spotted a group of trumpeter swans undulating across the sky.

In winter, I watch cardinals, chickadees and juncos eat the sunflower seeds I put out for them. There are plenty of squirrels and rabbits but also the occasional wild turkey or fox.

It is a relaxing place to sit and dream, to conjure up new recipes or even pay bills. I expect it was for my father too.


Kalyn said…
It sound wonderful. How nice that it makes you think of your father too.
Judy said…
What a pretty photo.
Mimi said…
Thanks for visiting, Kalyn and Judy.

I had no time to putter in the kitchen this weekend, as I had to attend a wedding and portray a "kitchen witch" at a six-hour haunted house held at a local museum.
My job was to attend to a caldron. I made eye of newt stew. Not a pretty picture for a blog.
Lydia said…
Mimi, this is a beautiful post. It conjures up a memory of a man I never even met, but wish I had..... Thanks!
Mimi said…
The older I get, the more I understand my father. I hope he knows that.
cheflooey said…
A nice little essay.
L Vanel said…
Very nice, Mimi. I love the thought of going into a little pantry office to think about what to cook. Perhaps I should follow his example. I seem to be scattered and distracted this week.

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