Every now and then I come across a kitchen that perfectly personifies the person that uses it. Norman’s kitchen is one of them.
It sits in blackwood, outside of Melbourne. Norman’s kitchen is as much a vault of the antique, otherworldly, and authentic as the rest of Norman’s house; as Norman himself for that [...]
Category Archives: Breakfast
Normans Kitchen is a Cabinet
Monday, May 19, 2008
Start with chicken fried steak and eggs
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Things can start better with breakfast. It’s not healthy or terribly attractive to eat, but neither are a lot of occasionally worthwhile things: nostalgia, an intermittent stab of regret, the curse of self-awareness, the pretentious listing of things. I have to eat those as well. None of them compare much to chicken [...]