Charlotte Koopman

My writing belongs to the kitchen, and a kitchen is always a tiny part of something larger. There are the plants and animals, earth. There are the farmers, so much attention given before a vegetable or fruit, grain, an egg, arrives to the cook. There is the whole culinary history, the stream of recipes, ever evolving. There are shopkeepers and bakers. There are friends, guests, eaters that are all part of the kitchen's rhythm and melody.