The kitchen table
Today is Sunday, and I’m working at my kitchen table as my farmers’ market chicken roasts in the oven. And I’m thinking, isn’t it a shame that the kitchen island so often replaces the table in kitchen design today? Growing up we would sit around that table doing everything from shelling peas to peeling oranges for marmalade, from finishing homework to cleaning saddles and bridles. And of course it was always there for breakfast, supper, cups of tea, and entertaining friends, too.
There is something welcoming about a hardworking kitchen table, it invites lingering and the sharing of tasks, it welcomes everybody into the kitchen whether they are cooking or just keeping the cook company. The one I have now in my mid-century house is glass and steel rather than scrubbed pine, but it’s still the place where homework gets done and bills get paid, and where the best family conversations take place.

