(Image credit: Charity Burggraaf)
At age 42, I whittled my life to nine boxes to cram in a friend’s basement. The worst part was selling the kitchen gear I’d amassed over 25 years of being a food nerd. From my tagine to a Thai mortar and pestle to unusual utensils, it was a gut-wrenching lesson in how much cooking tools are part of how I feed my soul. But in my new nomadic life, I didn’t have space for non-essential ephemera, so into someone else’s home it all went — save for a few select items.
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