A Kitchen is a friend

By Matthew Kerridge

What in the world drove some idiot to love a kitchen? How is it possible to love something that just makes you have to work more? I have a difficult time understanding this dilemma! Maybe, I can come to a conclusion.

I am a woman who is in my older years. I have fantastic treasures in my tiny kitchen. It can be difficult to find them but, they are there nonetheless. The irresistible smells which permeate the rest of my home, can only be attributed to my kitchen. Lemon, orange, grapefruit, glorious citrus scents. Chocolate, vanilla, raspberry, how can anyone keep from salivating?

Roasts, turkeys, pickles, casseroles and stuffing. Oh my god, how terrific the smells which make people drool! I enjoy that I can persuade my loved ones to do most anything with the magic I perform in my little kitchen. My grandchild squeal with delight every time their tongues taste a new cookie!

From the nifty gadgets people have gifted me, over the years, I create masterpieces. Cakes, pies, breads, soups, stews, salsas! Blenders, toasters, shredders, shavers (for ice and chocolate) and juice makers. My kitchen is equipped with everything I need to put smiles upon faces. I do, once in a while, put a special smile on my face!

Early on some mornings, I will warm some apple cider with a cinnamon stick and a bit of honey. I have a small bay window in a little nook of my kitchen. I sit on the ledge of the bay window and watch the blue and red birds flutter by. I feel, they make my little kitchen even more special.

I just love the way cocoa makes me feel! So warm and cuddly inside! The sweetness of the marshmallows makes my tummy somersault. I made this cocoa in this kitchen! In this cute room which makes me laugh, smile and even sometimes cry. What would I do if I did not have this in my life?

It is not always appropriate (I am told) to get emotional about the home you are in. Especially, the rooms in the home! Well, I must beg to differ. I truly want to spend the rest of my days here and hope that I will be allowed to do that. The world spins to fast for me and the slow pace of my kitchen, keeps me sane.

My tiny kitchen has all the amenities I could possibly want. I do not want one more thing inside it's walls. It gives me peace. It gives me strength. I could not love it more. - 32406

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