I have had them for years, but necessity is the Mother. I need to not walk the stairs to the kitchen because it can be a constant up and down and up and down. (Suffering some Spinal Muscular Atrophy attack at present and hoping it goes to remission -- trouble walking on top of peripheral neuropathy.) So I had a Butler's Pantry installed in one end of the big dining room, Maine floor of course. Now with fridge, sink, dishwasher and some crock pots and electric skillet and and microwave and a toaster oven I no longer have to trudge those stairs to the downstairs kitchen. Tenants have the main floor kitchen, but now I can function and cook on the first floor, too. Today one crock pot did baking potatoes and the other one did a small pork roast and turnips, onions and some other veggies. What can I say? Guess that I HAVE IT MADE IN THE SHADE!
Sometimes I imagine Alice B. Toklas with me when I am cooking and here is a thumbnail photo of her.
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