Wednesday, February 27, 2013
A kitchen is ...
... 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?