I love my kitchen. For Manhattan, I have a rather decent-size kitchen, and it has an opening that gives out to the dining room, which has a window with a view of the city and in the distance the Statue of Liberty.
I would as soon put a girl alone into a closet to meditate as give her only the society of her needle.
I'm proud of my hands; they look like my grandma's.
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