Lake Effect essayist Marnie Mamminga chronicles the end of another era very close to home:
It was always a bit messy.
Nothing too serious. A few crumbs on the counter, a cabinet door ajar, a couple of dishes sitting in the sink, a trail of something scattered across the floor.
But I didn’t mind. It didn’t need to be spic and span or glistening perfect. What was best about my kitchen was that it was a happy gathering place.