May 29, 2017
When I asked for marble counters, everyone told me I was crazy. “It will pit,” they said, “it will stain.”
But I didn’t care. I’d always dreamed of marble counters to roll out my pie dough. I’d had granite before, and I didn’t like it; such a cold, unforgiving stone. I love the soft warmth of marble – and I kind of liked the idea that it would show wear, change over time.
So I got my green marble. Or at least I thought I did. It’s lovely stone, and it’s great for rolling out pastry, or kneading bread, or making pasta. But I’ve had it fifteen years now – and despite slamming burning hot pots onto it, slicing with sharp knives and spilling endless foods from coffee to red wine to beet juice – it looks as new now as it did when it was installed.
Turns out it’s not marble after all. It’s Vermont green serpentine – and it is, without any doubt, my favorite thing about my kitchen.
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