My Stove Flo

There are some inanimate objects that deserve a name. A yacht, your first car, something unique that holds a special place in your heart.  Flo is my stove. A 1940 Norge gas beauty. She was probably brought here to this old ranch house brand spanking new. She is a little temperamental. One does not get in a hurry with her, but she is pure cast iron cooking poetry.

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