a little girl played for hours and hours pretending she was a little cook.
I have great memories growing up, especially the adventures shared with my brother make me smile. We were allowed to play with almost everything. We wondered around in the garden, in the big attic or just around the house. Trusted to make the best of it. One of our most treasured memories is about our little stove, steal and from German make. Designed to make a little fire in the oven, so we actually could cook. And we did lots of times. Always pancakes, batter made by my mum. I couldn't eat pancakes for years anymore without feeling sick, but that's another story..
Yesterday, the children and I were wondering around the local antique and curiosa market in town. And guess what I found. A beautiful painted stove from the sixties, in the oven a little holder for a small cube to light a fire. You understand I had to buy it straight away. Isn't it the cutest thing around?