Kitchen

For years the wall behind my hob was painted plain, and for years I scrubbed it. Every fried onion, every splash of turmeric-stained oil, every enthusiastic tempering of spices left

I ripped out a run of perfectly good upper cabinets once, entirely because of a photograph. It was one of those airy kitchens with a wall of open wooden shelves

My first kitchen island cost me the price of a secondhand dresser and one very stubborn Saturday. I’d wanted an island for years, assumed it was a wall-knocking, contractor-hiring project,

A few years ago I painted my kitchen cabinets a deep charcoal-teal that a magazine had crowned the colour of the year. For about six months I loved it. Then

My first apartment kitchen was so tight that I couldn’t open the oven door and stand at the sink at the same time. I measured it once out of sheer