<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1166890828457463340</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:24:24.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Stove With A House Around It</title><subtitle type='html'>I don't live in a house with a kitchen and a stove.  I live with a stove that has walls and floors and ceilings built around it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoveria-about.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1166890828457463340/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoveria-about.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bZoY7naoCfo/R_44fBDsIZI/AAAAAAAAAgc/eXDjyEKYJXE/S220/Jet+over+shoulder.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1166890828457463340.post-2356700996246932194</id><published>2009-04-16T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T19:24:12.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bZoY7naoCfo/Se4j09_T9LI/AAAAAAAACUU/smGxWVZBXFc/s1600-h/long+arm+of+the+paw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bZoY7naoCfo/Se4j09_T9LI/AAAAAAAACUU/smGxWVZBXFc/s320/long+arm+of+the+paw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327234802126156978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello there.&lt;/span&gt; (Imagine I've said that in Obi-Wan Kenobi's delightful, friendly voice.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Welcome to A Stove With A House Around It. My name is Dianne Ketler and I will be your hostess. What is this blog about, you ask? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Food, people and places that have great meaning to me, and the stories that connect all three.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As you can see from that paragraph underneath the photo of my dog way over there on the right, the site is named after my stove. I grew up in the kitchen, learning about the magical alchemy of cooking and baking from Mom and Dad, but it wasn't until I made the acquaintance of my South Bend range that I began writing about food. The marvelous appliance of which I speak is located in the kitchen of our 1852 colonial, which is also home to one hell of a pantry (thanks, Dad!) and enough storage space to indulge my ridiculous Fiestaware habit. Though I toil away at a day job (gas doesn't make its way to the stove's six burners for free, you know), what I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; do is cook. And bake. And write. And take photos. And eat. Yes, there is the eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I share my home and my stove with Husband, who runs marathons and therefore can eat my creations with impunity, my newborn son (and his cheeks), and my Chesapeake Bay Retriever, Jet. She does not run marathons but she does not care about overeating; her sweet brown nose is perpetually lodged between my hip and the edge of the counter. For my part, I offset the effects of my cooking and eating with a vigorous schedule of horseback riding and gardening. I also love the TV, including any and all installments of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rock of Love with Bret Michaels &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and anything with the letters "C," "S" and "I" in the title&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you are a regular reader of the site you might have noticed that I have a strong affinity for Australia. This love affair with a distant land began when I was but a 15-year-old exchange student. I lived with a delightful family in the Blue Mountains west of Sydney who have become like my real family, inspiring many cross-Pacific journeys in the intervening years. Though I love my small-town Ohio hometown, that vast and beautiful southern continent calls to me. So if you're wondering just what is up with all the references to Tim Tams and Australian cooking magazines and ANZAC biscuits and the Australian Football League, well, it's because in a past life I was Australian. Or something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My current kitchen obsessions include baking bread from scratch, cooking pasta with chickpeas over and over again, eating turkey tacos and canning my homegrown tomatoes. I am crazy for an extremely well-stocked spice cabinet. I prefer recipes that take several hours, maybe even days, to complete. I cannot live without pasta, fresh basil leaves, sharp aged cheeses and perfect tart apples. I also cannot live without my immersion blender. But lest you think I am totally crafty and domestic, I also really like ramen noodles. You know, the kind that are 10 for $1.00.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you would like to e-mail me, please do so at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stovewithahouse at gmail dot com&lt;/span&gt;. I would love to hear from you. I hope that you enjoy reading about my nostalgic little food life, but more than that I hope you enjoy creating your own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thank you for stopping by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZoY7naoCfo/Se33XWE1exI/AAAAAAAACT8/2gPKp04zIrE/s1600-h/chopping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZoY7naoCfo/Se33XWE1exI/AAAAAAAACT8/2gPKp04zIrE/s320/chopping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327185914684078866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1166890828457463340-2356700996246932194?l=stoveria-about.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1166890828457463340/posts/default/2356700996246932194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1166890828457463340/posts/default/2356700996246932194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoveria-about.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Dianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bZoY7naoCfo/R_44fBDsIZI/AAAAAAAAAgc/eXDjyEKYJXE/S220/Jet+over+shoulder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bZoY7naoCfo/Se4j09_T9LI/AAAAAAAACUU/smGxWVZBXFc/s72-c/long+arm+of+the+paw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
