It's only six weeks or eight weeks after Christmas that you can say with any certainty what your favorite present was. It's not only the jaunty form: the tea kettle also has the merriest whistle.
From the ever-lovely enamel shop Liv in Prenzlauer Berg, which threatens to bankrupt me any time I am within one hundred meters. There's an online shop too, for those who fancy financial ruin from further afield. One day I promise myself I'll have a gentle rainbow of Riess milk jugs, saucepans, and more on my kitchen shelves.