In the Kitchen
Oh how fabulous it is to have a daughter who loves to cook, bake, read through cookbooks, and share a glass of wine. When she comes home it is a whirlwind of dusting flour and cooking.
The knife at the bottom - I went to camp one summer as a kid, it was a YMCA Camp Storer on Stoney Lake. I stole the knife from the kitchen. It has been in my flour container ever since I've had a flour container. It is the knife I always use to level the measured flour. Not very interesting, but just a memory of mine.