Fifty years of dishes washed at this sink.
Fifty years of dinners cooked at this stove.
A place to grab a snack.
A place to let the dog out...
...fifty times a day.
A shelf for cookbooks...
...a pantry full of shelves for food...
...and a pantry to hang up cute aprons and not-so-cute school snacks.
Because a kitchen should not just nourish your body. It should nourish your soul, too.
And when a kitchen has functioned this well for fifty years, you learn to live with the unmodel before considering the remodel.
Today, it is perfectly unperfect. A lot like me.
Is it any wonder that I like it as much as I do?