The Kitchen, the awful curse

By Matthew Kerridge

I truly do not know where to start. I have a tiny kitchen. I do not mean small, I mean tiny! I really enjoy being in my kitchen, even though it is on the dwarf side. It's funny though, I know some men who feel as I do about their kitchens.

Being an older woman (and a grandmother, to boot), I find fascinating treasures in my kitchen. I bake, boil, fry, steam, etc., in this inviting room. The wonderful aromas which prevail keeps my family (and friends) coming back for more. Vanilla, cinnamon, lemon, all those scents which make your nose dance. How can anyone resist?

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!

My kitchen has everything in it I need to make wonderful works of art! Soups, salads, puddings, pies, cakes, casseroles, yummy! My outstanding appliances, food processors, crock pots, bread makers, ice cream makers! I put laughter into the hearts of my precious family and will have it no other way! No one believes I can do all this from such a small room in my home! I tell them it is my miracle room!

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 little kitchen is a blessing to me. It has everything in it that I could possibly need. It is my solitude. It is my friend. Well, it could use a cot... - 33383

About the Author:

Sign Up for our Free Newsletter

Enter email address here