Kitchen

So, last week in Edinburgh. Time to pack for the flitting on Friday. Having raided my granny's loft yesterday I thought I should try and remember just what kitchen stuff I had, take stock and see about filling the gaps.
Safe to say there aren't any. This is a ridiculous amount of equipment, even for a keen cook like me. Little nervous what my mum might say when she comes home and finds the kitchen table like this... And what my new flat mates might say when they see what I would like to squeeze into the shared kitchen.

It was an absolute pleasure to unearth some of my treasures, my great grandmother's, Flora, bowl in particular.

A lovely day spent pottering with my auntie, Appreciation, and ticking things off my list.