
... where women gather to talk, cook and eat,
... where women show their love to the family,
... where lovely smells permeates,
... where some of us go to de-stress,
... a place where wonderful food is dished out
... the heart and soul of a home.
For those who love cooking, it's where all the action is.
When I was young, it was my Mum's domain.
We were allowed in, BUT don't you mess it up or you will be banished forever!!
As a result of that, I rarely ventured into the kitchen to experiment, if I had a choice.
When I lived in New York, my kitchen was mine and mine alone. I spent many hours there churning out food that added to my husband's waistline. He put on a whopping 30 pounds in that span of one year.
Nowadays, I am tempted by my friends' posts of their lovely creations from their kitchens. Much as I want to try them out, I hardly do. Not as much as I would love to. Why? Because of my experience from young. As I live with my in-laws, I try not to intrude into MIL's domain. She loves to cook and always has something on the stove, boiling, steaming, braising ... for dinner. The stove is usually lit. I venture in to cook or bake just like a guest chef does ... only when invited.
Sad, isnt it? How I wish sometimes I had a kitchen to call my own.
This princess is waiting for a castle to call her own.
What's a kitchen to you?