I’m sitting at our white porcelain-topped farm table facing a new stainless steel sink (goodbye rusted white cast iron) with the bronze faucet that reminds me a little of an old well. The 50-year-old cabinets I painted blue when we moved in 25-plus years ago are gone. They’d been disintegrating and dusting themselves all over their contents, so I’d have to wash the griddle every time I pulled it out. Now white cupboards with grooved door fronts have taken their place. The white laminate countertop has made way for earth-tone quartz, and we exchanged the white appliances for stainless. We’ve painted the walls (white), but the backsplash is still all ragged and peeling and waiting for new tile yet to be chosen.
I wonder if my mother-in-law would approve the changes. I remember her bustling around this room, serving up meatloaf and sandwiches and platters of fried eggs and plates of candied gherkins and bowls of red hot applesauce Jell-O. (I still have her bowl.) And always scoop upon scoop of ice cream. And big soft sugar cookies. She loved to love on folks with food . . .
Continued over at GraceTable where I also share a family recipe that can feed people as well as seagulls. 🙂