Pull up a chair, girls!
Don’t mind me kitchen!
Martha Stewart ain’t gonna lose any sleep over my housekeeping!
That old cookstove has been with me for better than 30 years!
The little beige stove in the background was on the side of a street in Portland during clean-up week.
We snagged it!
LOL
It is from the early 1900s, and we had it converted to propane.
I love cozy, comfy kitchens! And, old cookstoves are better at what they do than anything we have these days.
I remember bringing my grandmother wood for the kitchen stove for the best meals available!
I have always said...if you're comin' to inspect my home, don't bother to visit! I'd never pass a white glove test...lol.
I know we had some bodacious lobstah cooked on that little stove in the background.
....and then there was the “ka-boom” when NYT was trying to fire up the grill to cook the corn. BWAAHAAHAA!...*ahem*....
I LOVE it!
My grandma had a wood burning stove, and grandpa would go out every morning at sunrise, to collect wood for it.
She would put out a FEAST every morning for breakfast, from that wood burning stove! Bacon, sausage, ham, biscuits, gravy, fresh shredded hash brown potatoes, fried eggs (or scrambled or poached if preferred), and ALWAYS had fresh raspberries or blackberries from their garden, served with cold cream and sugar. (On special occasions, she would make sour dough pancakes from a 100 year old starter, and serve them with pure maple syrup!) OMG, was it wonderful!
For lunch, every day (11:30 on the dot), she would lay out a table with fresh sliced beef-steak tomatoes, cottage cheese, liver sausage, cold cuts, her home-made bread, and a platter of fresh veggies.
Every meal was served with fresh cut flowers on the table, picked from their garden, each day!
Every lunch included fresh corn on the cob that Grandpa would go pick from the garden. He would husk it on the way back to the house, and toss the husks into the compost pile. He would enter the kitchen, and go to the ol’ wood burning stove, and the pot of steaming water, to drop the corn in. And, every morning, Grandma would say to him, “Not yet, Bill! The water’s not boilin’ yet!” LOL!
So, Grandpa would put the corn on a platter, and go sit in his old wooden kitchen chair, and get out his honing stone, and start sharpening knives......waiting for the ‘water to boil’.
What wonderful memories!