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.
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?
Another thing which raises my blood pressure: food splatters! Why is it so difficult to take a wash cloth and clean a mess you have made? Were you raised in a barn? Do you not realize that the sooner you clean it, the easier it is to clean? Bratty children are something else not needed in the kitchen! My nephew dropped some peanut butter on the floor and simply stomped on it! I could have wrung his little neck.
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!
But, there are days I simply want to enjoy my kitchen all by myself. I make a large cup of hot cocoa and put miniature marshmallows in it. I sit by the window and see nature pass by. Even though I do have a minor kitchen, I have so much space outside I never feel smothered. I do appreciate this so much. I feel safe within the confines of these walls.
It is difficult to convey the way I feel when the warmth of the cider hits my tummy. I love my little "mess hall." It is quaint, pleasant and lovely. I feel I would be lost without the sweetness of this little room.
I know that not everyone gets emotional when they reflect about rooms in their homes. But, I am an emotional person and find it soothing to share my thoughts. The practice of enjoying where you are, seems to be gone in this generation. Things move too fast and people are too impatient. Little things in life need to be appreciated.
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... - 30289
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?
Another thing which raises my blood pressure: food splatters! Why is it so difficult to take a wash cloth and clean a mess you have made? Were you raised in a barn? Do you not realize that the sooner you clean it, the easier it is to clean? Bratty children are something else not needed in the kitchen! My nephew dropped some peanut butter on the floor and simply stomped on it! I could have wrung his little neck.
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!
But, there are days I simply want to enjoy my kitchen all by myself. I make a large cup of hot cocoa and put miniature marshmallows in it. I sit by the window and see nature pass by. Even though I do have a minor kitchen, I have so much space outside I never feel smothered. I do appreciate this so much. I feel safe within the confines of these walls.
It is difficult to convey the way I feel when the warmth of the cider hits my tummy. I love my little "mess hall." It is quaint, pleasant and lovely. I feel I would be lost without the sweetness of this little room.
I know that not everyone gets emotional when they reflect about rooms in their homes. But, I am an emotional person and find it soothing to share my thoughts. The practice of enjoying where you are, seems to be gone in this generation. Things move too fast and people are too impatient. Little things in life need to be appreciated.
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... - 30289
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