My Grandmother Heated With Fire. I Heat With Light. We Both Were Right.
My grandmother in Prekmurje had one tile stove in the middle of the house. Thick bricks, fire inside, warm on all sides for 12 hours. No dust blowing, no noise, no hot air at the ceiling. You sat next to it, you felt warmth on your cheek from two meters away, even if air was 17 degrees. Clothes dried on it, bread rose on it, kids leaned on it. It heated walls, floor and people, not air. It was perfect.…