My mom. Who taught me everything I know, including how to love a kitchen.
Hello world. We’re back and we’re gonna be better! [Although seriously, The Every Kitchen is still a work in progress. Like uhh… see that random search bar at the top of the page? –insert eye roll emoji–]
And before we get started with introductions, let me just tell you — crab cakes coming tomorrow!
Some of you friends already know, but most of you are crinkling your noses and thinking, Why The Every Kitchen? What’s up with that? Let me start with a story.
Once upon a time, I grew up in a big house with a big kitchen. That big, white, sunny kitchen is my family’s favorite room in that house. Oh sure, we had a comfy living room, a big screen TV, a pool out back — and we appreciated these. But my family and our friends always found ourselves around the kitchen island or the dinner table. I have a million memories in this space — most of them overflowing with laughter, storytelling, and tradition, but also many that arose through heartache and frustration. ←some of us are emotional eaters, cough, me, cough…
Several months ago, my parents moved out of my childhood home to a big new house with a big, new, bright, beautiful kitchen. It was a bittersweet goodbye for all of us.
kitchen views
Last weekend, the kids descended on Mom and Dad and their big new house. I got to spend three days in a big new kitchen with my five favorite people in the world, some new friends, and some old ones. We broke bread, we shared stories, and we laughed – oh how we laughed!
The thing is, it doesn’t matter what house we’re in or what kitchen table we’re sitting around. What matters is the people. And though the house may change, the people do not. And that is beautiful.
In my parents newest chapter, they have turned into these fishing, crabbing, shrimping, water people and I love it.
That’s my kitchen story. I have so many more of my own kitchen stories and FOOD stories — and don’t worry, do I ever miss an opportunity to gab? — but I can’t wait to start sharing the food stories that belong to my family, my friends, my neighbors, and my city. Because Every Kitchen has at least one story to share.
Interested in being featured? The Every Kitchen is looking for volunteers to share kitchen stories and food stories. It can be funny or sad, long or short, success or failure, simple or elaborate. E-mail theeverykitchen@gmail.com and we’ll break bread and tell stories.
