. The Ladies' home journal. BY GLADYS TABER. rilHE kitchen in which I began my epic battle withI lemon pie was a drab and dreary place. Old stove,I single low sink, rough floor, small high window inJ_ the corner, and a bevy of doors opening on as for equipment—well, I did have a lot of cross-stitched towels and some pot holders with mottoes onthem, and a few assorted utensils grabbed up at the lastminute at a hardware store. I remembered that kitchen and my own first hazardousmeals when I found that this month we were to help theyoung brides who are struggling with their first run-
. The Ladies' home journal. BY GLADYS TABER. rilHE kitchen in which I began my epic battle withI lemon pie was a drab and dreary place. Old stove,I single low sink, rough floor, small high window inJ_ the corner, and a bevy of doors opening on as for equipment—well, I did have a lot of cross-stitched towels and some pot holders with mottoes onthem, and a few assorted utensils grabbed up at the lastminute at a hardware store. I remembered that kitchen and my own first hazardousmeals when I found that this month we were to help theyoung brides who are struggling with their first run-of-the-mill kitchens. The plan for our brides kitchen was taken from atypical housing-project home. I have seen dozens ofsuch kitchens; you find them in modest houses that are in pleasant small towns or suburbs with lawns and flowerborders and neighbors running in. The house is com-pact, as the plan illustrates, and is priced under tenthousand dollars. The kitchen is sizable; there arebuilt-in wooden cabinets; the sink is modern, and ther
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