From the Cast Iron Stove to the Connected Kitchen: How the Heart of the Home Found Its Life
I remember growing up in an era when a kitchen space was not much more than a pantry. If you were fortunate, there might have been a concrete slab in one corner with a few equally bland storage spaces underneath—a couple of drawers and a single-door compartment, perhaps. In our case, however, there was nothing but the ubiquitous pantry that served all manner of functions, and this monolith—both in size, relative to the rest of the kitchen, and in weight, being of solid cast iron—a wood or coal-fired stove that dominated the space. My sisters customarily fired up that stove on the 1st of June each year—a date on which, as it happened, two of my older siblings had been born—and baked all sorts of treats for us as they experimented with their growing kitchen skills. And when the baking was done, I would sometimes become the subject of a different kind of experiment—taking turns, my sisters would plait my hair, even though I was a boy. I suppose, in the absence of dolls, a younger brot...