Not baking related, but still to do with my kitchen. I love/hate my kitchen. I hate the oven, I hate the orientation and I would like it to be a little bigger. But I love that it faces north (hello sun!) and that I have some of the strata complex’s garden to look at as I wash my dishes, wait for coffee to brew or stand-up eat in the kitchen. Sometimes I get our native fauna dropping by, with a kookaburra hanging out on the tree one morning, resulting in a children’s song popping into my head.