The bar cart
There was no room for a cabinet, so the bar went on wheels.
Making a home in Stockholm, one drawer at a time
Filed under
Kitchens and pantries, and once or twice an actual recipe.
Less cooking than storage: what was in the fridge, how the pantry was arranged, where the spices ended up after the third rearrangement.
The occasional recipe appears when a thing was worth writing down.
There was no room for a cabinet, so the bar went on wheels.
It was Father's Day here on Sunday, which was excuse enough.
The cinnamon rolls I promised, knots, properly speaking.