This is my Nana, in her kitchen. Isn't she cute! (That's right, I'm not asking a question; it's a fact.) She lives in Grand Rapids, Michigan, and my mom and I went to visit her and Papa a few months ago. As in all homes, the kitchen is where we spent time catching up. Nana, who was born in Belfast, made pots of strong black tea, though it was pretty late in the evening, affirmed in her faint accent that my Sam Edelman shoe purchase was indeed "faaaabulous, honey" (below, that's my mom, gesturing with the shoe), and doted on me with so many warm, freshly baked cookies that I felt like a six-year-old with her first all-star report card.
(Much more after the jump...)
Nana loves roses, florals, neutrals--as you can see. Here's the kitchen from the opposite angle. And that's Aunt Cheryl standing on the rug. She and Uncle Ed came over for a nightcap. Oh, this was the night we went back to Ed's Bar for successive nightcaps! Good times.
Rose teapot. Cookies! Cheese. A knife I want. Dansk Dutch oven--funny, I have this Dansk style, in two sizes. As does my mother. Those are her hands. I have those, too. Same-same-same.
A while back, my Nana was in the news for her French silk pie. She is always baking, baking, baking--though this recipes isn't exactly a cooked dessert. It contains, among other things, a cup of butter and four raw eggs. Divine. Love the scarf, Nan. Sooooo fab!