According to my mom, the kitchen in the house where I spent the first 7 years of my life was perfect. She even wrote down all the dimensions so that if my parents ever had the opportunity to build their own house, she could exactly replicate the kitchen.
The little soccer outfit thing I got in Chile that now adorns the window:
The view of the yard:
The pot of chives, a housewarming present from my wonderful friend Hillary:
My KitchenAid mixer attachments, which conveniently hang on the wall:
Spanish magnetic poetry on the fridge:
The spice shelves – everything within easy reach:
The ibrik hanging on the wall – for my Turkish coffee addiction:
The beer stein full of kitchen utensils:
The shelf of cookbooks (moderatley convenient as they are in the kitchen but I have to climb up on the counter to get them):
So, what do you love most about your kitchen?