My father worked in a stainless steel kitchen while on the job, but at home he had definite ideas on how a kitchen ought to look: Lots of copper, a braided rug, old jugs and at least one brick wall, preferably behind the stove.
My mother shared this aesthetic, and in their home that is the kitchen they set out to create. It took them a while, because my father used his GI loan to buy a home for his parents, and it was not until they were gone that the house became his and my mother's at last.
Finally, in that warm kitchen, there was a home for the copper mugs and pots and utensils they collected over the years, some of which are in my kitchen today.
(I love copper in a kitchen. Like pre-made baking mix, it can be a homey thing, a connection to the past. I hope to buy at least one small, copper egg-white bowl at Dehillerin in Paris. I hope the clerks won't be too intimidating.)
It was in that kitchen that I recall my father sharing his simple philosophy of life: "If you can't say anything good, don't say anything at all."
I have not been very good at following that charge. But he did, for the most part, and although he had faults, I cannot recall him ever savaging someone he did not like.
I think he'd get a real charge about what we did here today and is probably wondering what we'll do with all that biscuit mix.
I am, too. I know you are.
Thank you, though, for being willing to take part in this fun little event. I am really touched.
I have met so many good people here. It's as though we are neighbors who gather in each other's kitchens. Thanks for joining me in my kitchen today. and sending out the message.
I had some links earlier in the day that I think are now corrected. I want to thank Kalyn of Kalyn's Kitchen for helping me understand permalinks, which I have had some sort of mental block with for months now.
If I have not gotten over to your blog yet to comment, please forgive me. I'll be there tomorrow.
About the photo: The copper utensils are hanging on my father's old chopping block. There is a very similar block in the kitchen at Christine Cooks.