One of the few aspects of colonial life I desire is an oven like this one. My boy B Frank probably made some sick pizza.
(I'm pictured in the Harriton house, a colonial home that was once the residence of the 1st and only secretary to the continental congress, Charles Thomson. Pictured is the cooking area, and the little wooden door is the opening to an oven-- a brick, wood-fired oven. In going I received extra credit from my history teacher)