Its funny.
My sister complained about the state of the kitchen in her small condo. And Im tired of the stove being a rest spot for pots!
The clang and crash of iron cookware and the slamming ring of aluminum doors shutting could be heard from the living room. She storms off, out of the kitchen towards her bedroom.
I wait.
I rise and creep toward the kitchen to surreptitiously make a sandwich. I stand in front of the clean stove. The unsullied burners are free of stored pots and pans, now placed neatly in the draw beneath, in what used to be the broiler.
I pause.
Looking at the stovetop I smile remembering the salty fried fish my sister made in the large cast iron skillet last weekend. The large black cooking vessel remained for the week and now, still soiled; blackened bits of breading float in the week old grease. This pan belongs to her, I thought.
My Sisters Kitchen
JA Freeman
2012/4/9
My sister complained about the state of the kitchen in her small condo. And Im tired of the stove being a rest spot for pots!
The clang and crash of iron cookware and the slamming ring of aluminum doors shutting could be heard from the living room. She storms off, out of the kitchen towards her bedroom.
I wait.
I rise and creep toward the kitchen to surreptitiously make a sandwich. I stand in front of the clean stove. The unsullied burners are free of stored pots and pans, now placed neatly in the draw beneath, in what used to be the broiler.
I pause.
Looking at the stovetop I smile remembering the salty fried fish my sister made in the large cast iron skillet last weekend. The large black cooking vessel remained for the week and now, still soiled; blackened bits of breading float in the week old grease. This pan belongs to her, I thought.
My Sisters Kitchen
JA Freeman
2012/4/9
milou:
hello thank s fot the add 
jafreeman1:
My pleasure and thanks for thanking me!