A Man and His Stove
When I bought a Viking stove for our previous home in the early 2000s, little did I realize I’d be reunited with it more than two decades later—and make some lovely new friends in the process.
2002
In the summer, my essay below appeared in Bon Appétit magazine.
IT GOT TO THE POINT where I couldn’t walk into a bar anymore. You know the kind, the true bastions of testosterone, the ones so thick with blue smoke that the neon beer signs look like UFOs hovering in a patch of midnight fog. It wasn’t moral or religious reasons, lack of money, or even…