Kitchen witches, old Germanic superstitious poppets, are a bit of folklore said to protect cooks and the kitchen hearth. Thus, they are benevolent even though they can look fierce. Mine is now nearly half a century old, faded and tattered, a thing of shreds and patches, and has graced every kitchen in nearly every house that I’ve lived in. She is the focus of one of my earliest posts, Burnt Toast in the Morning.
She reflects my outlook on food and cooking. Trained as an archaeologist, I view the world through customs and superstitions, history and tradition – often as they are displayed through material culture and the human use of landscapes.
You could say that My Kitchen Witch is also indicative of what my blog has evolved, or I should say, perpetually evolving. It is about interesting food customs and lore, food and culinary history, travel and traditional ways of doing things (particularly British and European). But, it is also about my US family traditions, my interest in gardens, and as a home cook, my creations in the kitchen.