The story: Picture prompt

Posted by Claudia Moser on 2:51 PM in GBE2, Kitchen, Picture prompt

The kitchen, the place which my grandmother described as the heart of the house. The place where I spend so many relaxing hours, not only cooking but also baking, celebrating the act of eating and enjoying the tastes, aroma and colours.

Memories from the kitchen:

Being 5 years old and being super excited to see the first fresh strawberries. I was so restless, that I could not wait for my mother to wash them, so I ate 1 kg in around 10 minutes and when my mom returned to the kitchen I was all over red and smiling. I don't tell you which belly ache I had afterwards, but it was worth it!

With 12 cooking my first Chinese meal, which my grandmother and grandfather enjoyed a lot (or at least that is what they said), when mom came home she wondered why all our hot peppers were gone. Now I know why both my grandparents were so red in their faces!

My first baking, trying to make Christmas cookies under the supervision of my grandmother. A big mess, which took 3 hours to clean, but boy I was so proud to have 3 jars of cookies (half of them were burnt and disposed!)

So many lovely memories, and the most recent from this weekend, when my husband kissed me and said how well I cook. A long way but still so much to learn! But one thing is clear, I enjoy it so much!

Motto

"A story is not like a road to follow … it's more like a house. You go inside and stay there for a while, wandering back and forth and settling where you like and discovering how the room and corridors relate to each other, how the world outside is altered by being viewed from these windows. And you, the visitor, the reader, are altered as well by being in this enclosed space, whether it is ample and easy or full of crooked turns, or sparsely or opulently furnished. You can go back again and again, and the house, the story, always contains more than you saw the last time. It also has a sturdy sense of itself of being built out of its own necessity, not just to shelter or beguile you."
by Alice Munro

Sofia says:

2:59 PM

I agree Claudia, Kitchen is the best place. Heart of everyhing!

baygirl32 says:

3:10 PM

If I had a nice big window like that in my kitchen I'd burn everything! (I'd be too busy looking outside)

The Cranky says:

4:48 PM

It's obvious your home has a warm heart!

Anonymous says:

8:05 PM

Very nice, Claudia! I'll bet most of us have warm family memories that center in our kitchens. The comfort from "comfort foods," I think, comes every bit as much form the memories the foods evoke as it does for their yummy goodness.

Adam says:

3:05 AM

I used to make muffins with my mom when I was younger

Green Tea and Cupcakes says:

6:32 AM

The kitchen is the heart of the home I totally agree. I have always wanted a house where you can also sit and eat in the kitchen area.

Anne says:

8:30 AM

We also did a lot of cooking and eating and chatting in our kitchen. I agree with you. The kitchen is the heart of our home too.

Unknown says:

9:11 PM

There are so many lifetime memories created in the kitchen. I enjoyed reading yours!

Kathy
http://gigglingtruckerswife.blogspot.com

Jo says:

5:28 AM

What nice memories of your kitchens. You've come a long way baby!

♥

Elizabeth says:

4:35 AM

Great memories. :)

Angela Parson Myers says:

5:44 AM

I didn't learn to cook till I was married. Those were interesting times because Hubby was in college and I was working a minimum wage job, so we had almost no money. We ate a lot of ground beef and chicken pot pies were ten for a dollar.

Claudia Moser says:

12:57 PM

@All - glad you enjoyed my memory sharing post, I truly enjoy the kitchen, no matter where it is!