I made such a fuss about leaving my first kitchen, I thought ya’ll would like to hear that I’ve fully recovered from dumping that kitchen and am basking in the honeymoon phase of my relationship with my new kitchen. Or rather, OUR kitchen. Because there are two cooks in the house now that my sister Marta lives with me, and we’ve got ourselves a very homey and spacious kitchen to share. This kitchen is far from new, and it’s got a whole history of small problems and breaking cabinet drawers that we’re still getting to know. But we love it. Just look at it- it’s huge (at least by Brooklyn apartment standards) – and it’s got two windows which look out into our landlady’s garden, and which let bright light pour in all afternoon, then slide in window-shaped boxes along the wall well through the evening.