Welcome to The Littlest Kitchen

I don’t really have the littlest kitchen. That would be my first New York apartment, which only had a “kitchen strip” - no more than a sink and an oven whose door couldn’t open all the way because of an obstructing steam pipe. But in between then and now, I’ve had a real eat-in kitchen, which was the heart and hearth of my home. Having recently moved, my new kitchen is bite sized, almost a throwback to that first apartment. Given the downsize, I’m determined to be able to eat well and work efficiently. In a little over 5′ x 6′.