There is something about kitchens…It is the place where secrets are revealed, a place where secrets are kept.
People talk in the kitchen, laugh, talk some more, cry, talk some more, and do things for the first time! (Like Baking!)
I made Peach Muffins for the first time last night! I didn’t think they were the best, but my family liked them, so at least I know that someone will eat my bakery goods! (Because I plan on baking more!) I took the challenge of making Peach Muffins for two reasons: One, was to show myself that I can do it! The other reason was to show appreciation to friend. The way he and I put it—“It’s to please” him. I had to think about that, because more than pleasing him I wanted to do something for him, and show it to him. So I made muffins!
After we finished making them (and eating them!) we stayed in the kitchen talking for a while. This isn’t the first time him and I stay up talking in that same kitchen. And for the first time in a long time I wanted to talk openly, no awkwardness, nothing between him and I. I found out interesting things about him. And as much as I wanted to let him know me as I truly am, something stopped me. Maybe it wasn’t the right time or circumstance. But one thing is certain, I felt safe.
There is something strange about the emotional and psychological relationship with food and the kitchens. Or is it just me relating everything to food?!?
I highly doubt it! Do you have any experiences with food/kitchen that is memorable?
People talk in the kitchen, laugh, talk some more, cry, talk some more, and do things for the first time! (Like Baking!)
I made Peach Muffins for the first time last night! I didn’t think they were the best, but my family liked them, so at least I know that someone will eat my bakery goods! (Because I plan on baking more!) I took the challenge of making Peach Muffins for two reasons: One, was to show myself that I can do it! The other reason was to show appreciation to friend. The way he and I put it—“It’s to please” him. I had to think about that, because more than pleasing him I wanted to do something for him, and show it to him. So I made muffins!
After we finished making them (and eating them!) we stayed in the kitchen talking for a while. This isn’t the first time him and I stay up talking in that same kitchen. And for the first time in a long time I wanted to talk openly, no awkwardness, nothing between him and I. I found out interesting things about him. And as much as I wanted to let him know me as I truly am, something stopped me. Maybe it wasn’t the right time or circumstance. But one thing is certain, I felt safe.
There is something strange about the emotional and psychological relationship with food and the kitchens. Or is it just me relating everything to food?!?
I highly doubt it! Do you have any experiences with food/kitchen that is memorable?
