I can dream.

As you'll doubtless know if you follow my blip, our Tom is a chef. I'm quite partial to a spot of cooking myself. Always have been. Would like to think that's where Tom gets it from, or at least until he was about 15. He's forgotten more than I ever knew since then! My ideal Christmas presents are kitchen related gadgets! Sad I know.

Anyway, went to a friend's farmhouse today and got a bit of kitchen envy!

Of course personally, I much prefer to work in confined spaces with hot saucepans to burn your elbows and sharp knives hidden amongst shavings and ingredients to catch you unawares when you're hunting for them. Spills blood. Builds character. Who needs the space anyway.

Hmmmmmm....wonder what I'll dream about tonight?