When I walk to the kitchen in the morning I think about food. I have a 70-year-old Chambers stove that probably nobody else in their right mind would install again. I light the burners with a match and some of the rack holders in the oven are slowly rusting away. l love this stove. It reminds me of home, of the kitchen I grew up in, of my mother.
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