There’s a bank of drawers in the kitchen. Four drawers to keep the flow flowing and the working kitchen working.

I love how fall lets you start again. Start baking bread, start making soup. Start a new knitting project. Start what feels like a slower pace, an amble toward hibernation.

I cracked an orange-yolked egg from the neighbor hens into the bowl of the food processor, added some light olive oil, pink salt, and mustard powder, put the lid on and gave it a quick pulsing blitz.

I have a steadfast belief that a small kitchen can be as enduring and beautiful as a large one.