We were watching “Brothers & Sisters” this past Sunday — it’s one of my favorite shows; I love the whole dysfunctional-yet-loving Walker clan — and, as happens about every other episode or so, a character was cooking for a dinner party in a fabulous kitchen. Bright and airy, a spacious countertop island, farm-fresh vegetables being chopped, pots bubbling on the stove. Like something out of a magazine. Kitchen porn, I call it.
We’ve actually got a great kitchen by Manhattan standards, but I don’t cook nearly as much as I want to.
But it turns out you don’t need a great kitchen to make great food. Mark Bittman is the author of a great cookbook I own, and it turns out he has a regular ol’ crappy Manhattan kitchen.