My kitchen back home – home home, where my parents live in Ohio – is pretty much perfect. It has gorgeous wooden cabinets, a spacious pantry, a dishwasher (one of those things you always take for granted until you have to live without it), and a long counter that’s perfect for food prep and quick weekday breakfasts. My kitchen here in New York, my first real kitchen to call my own, is…smaller. Uglier. And the appliances are more temperamental – my oven runs 50 degrees cooler than the setting on the knob and the top shelf of my fridge is always as cold as my freezer no matter how I change the temperature settings.
They’re two very different kitchens, but both of them feel like home to me. The former, because I’ve spent 10 years cooking, baking, and eating in it, and the latter, because I’ve begun to fill it with my own memories.
These are some of my favorite items in my kitchen that make me feel at home.
For starters, this vintage cross-stitch that I picked up at a flea market:
I have nothing against fine china, but kitschy, patterned kitchenware is just so much more appealing to me.
This is actually one of the greatest things I own, along with a Spock tea saucer. It’s from one of my favorite stores on Etsy.
Can’t live without my cookbooks. The internet and it’s endless supply of baking blogs is great, but nothing can ever replace cooking from a physical book for me. I love turning the pages, jotting down notes in the margins, and getting stains all over my favorite recipes.
I have a serious obsession with cookie cutters. I just cannot stop buying them. Williams-Sonoma makes the best themed ones – their Star Wars ones are insanely detailed.
The Kitchenaid, of course. Without it, my baking life would be so much harder, though I’m sure I’d have some seriously toned arms.
Last, but certainly not least, my aprons. I love my frilly retro housewife apron, but nothing will ever beat my Batman one.