You don’t have to go outside into either nature or the city to find subjects worthy of your photographic efforts. Just look around in your house or apartment. Ritva’s chosen to have us focus, literally and figuratively, on the heart of the home, the kitchen. I know you think it’s the TV room, but it’s not.
I can’t compete with Ritva or so many others with my kitchen photography skills, especially as I can’t find a place in our house where I can get rid of things in the background, so I’ve just chosen items in my kitchen that have a personal meaning to me, starting with this towel that my grandmother embroidered. These towels of the flour sack material style, do a fantastic job drying dishes. There was probably originally one for each day of the week.
Normally you won’t find these eggs in my kitchen or eggs not in the refrigerator, but recently while having a bush removed, the landscaper found these quail eggs underneath it. As the mother wouldn’t be able to move them or find them if moved, I tried to find a place that would take them but as I was unsuccessful, I decided to enjoy their beauty in my kitchen. The basket is, from what I’ve found online, a Fenton blue hobnail opalescent basket. It makes a perfect home for these tiny, beautifully marked eggs that go so well with the countertops.
A little kitchen humor’s provided by this McCoy USA Pottery Bobby the Baker Cookie Jar. I don’t know what year this vintage cookie jar is, but I’ve given him my Whittard of Chelsea tea cozy as a cap when not in use over my teapot. I think it gives him personality.
Although I’ve seen this set of vintage Pyrex mixing bowls for sale at exorbitant prices, I won’t part with mine. Growing up, when we made cookies, we always used the large yellow bowl. The blue one often held gravy, which my dad felt was necessary with almost every meal. Even though I don’t make gravy, I use all these bowls regularly. I found the flour sifter in my parents’ house after they passed away and I love the cherries on it. The “J” spatula was a Christmas gift from my husband who one year felt everyone needed a spatula with the first initial of his/her name on it. 🙂
Kitchens and food go together, so I contemplated photos of homemade ravioli, blueberry crisp, spaghetti carbonara, etc. bu how could I resist this whole wheat blueberry pancake which must be thinking his life’s heating up a bit too much. This face was totally serendipitous; I didn’t create it.
Favorite cup? I have too many favorites. I decide which to use by what tea I’m having (a delicate tea requiring a more delicate cup, preferably of bone china) or just how I feel that day. This Devonshire teapot and these cups were gifts from my great-aunt, who probably got them in England as she and her husband traveled all over the world.
The delicate Limoges cup and saucer caught my attention on a thrift store shelf, paired in this photo with several of my dark chocolate biscotti with dark chocolate chips and tart Montmorency cherries on a vintage plate, also from my great-aunt, the plate, not the biscotti. 🙂
Ritva, thanks for inspiring us to look for beauty in our kitchens and for the opportunity for me to indulge in some wonderful memories. Your photos were absolutely inspirational!
Whoa! I almost forgot my favorite kitchen art, done by our younger daughter some years ago: a view of part of our Ohio kitchen in two mediums. ❤️