The dining room is probably the space that sold me on this house. Calling it a "room" doesn't quite do it justice, as it's more of a grand hall—a long, spacious area between the kitchen and the rest of the house, with the fireplace at one end. And by "fireplace," I mean "wood-burning stove." This is Alaska after all. We may not be fancy, but we know how to save money on our heating bill.
During the winter, we move the table to the center of the space and make this end of the room a cozy sitting area in front of the fire. It is here that Daddy takes his nap, the girls curl up and read, and Mommy sits and thinks. *yeah, right* When I sits, I eats. A cookie and a cup of tea in front of the fire is not a bad thing at all.
Dinner last night: smoked salmon fettucine