Nestled at the heart of my dolls house, the kitchen reigns supreme as the bustling hub of miniature existence. Here, the art of cooking and the everyday of domestic life meld harmoniously.
As the saying goes, "the devil is in the details." At first glance, the kitchen radiates a welcoming warmth. The petite La Cornue range, adorned with its gleaming minuscule knobs, eagerly anticipates the touch of an invisible culinary virtuoso. Hidden behind the oven door, a perpetually roasting turkey—its golden-brown perfection emitting an irresistible, aromatic allure, forever cooking but never consumed.
In a much-used corner of the kitchen, a quaint Amish jelly cupboard holds an array of pantry essentials, from flour and sugar to the fragrant coffee beans necessary to jump start our early mornings.
The refrigerator, though compact…
