Second Hand Kitchen Growing up we never had matching… anything… in our dining room and kitchens. There were no “sets”. "New" was years before I arrived on the scene. 90% economic necessity, 10% following my dad’s dream of not being “normal”, our forks never matched, we drank out of jars, and a good portion of our plates, bowls and kitchen tools were hand-me-downs or purchased in thrift stores. Things didn’t really change when I moved out on my own. Why would they? There’s a beauty in the mismatched, in the patina color of a pan from years of use in someone else's kitchen. Each of these items, whether handed down through my own family or acquired at thrift shops and second hand stores, have stories, of food shared around a table, meals prepared with friends, new culinary discoveries and old stand by’s. These are portraits of my second hand kitchen.