When we bought this 30 year old Kentucky cottage in March, one of the first things to be done was a kitchen renovation. Clean white appliances, Shaker-styled cabinetry in sleek natural maple, classic white ceramic knobs.
Lovely though it is, the operative word is "small." During the past several days every available space has been clutttered with boxes of tomatoes, processed tomatoes in jars lined up on the table, more canned tomatoes cooling by the range, empty jars, kettles colanders, utensils at every turn.
When I turned off the kitchen light at 11: p.m. --unhandily located near the far end of the kitchen--I thought I had memorized the lay-out of the tomato crates and the kettles and canners lined up on the floor for want of better space.
I immediately fell over a kettle, clattering the lid, sending cats skittering off into the darkened rooms.