The Kitchen

There are many places where I feel so comfortable, loved, and warm: the kitchen. Growing up, my family had a huge tradition of eating dinner as much as we could. That time in the kitchen and at the dinner table shaped the kind of person I am today. Topics at the table would range from politics to religion to how our days were. The kitchen houses the incredible aromas of my mother's cooking. It is a place where things are reliable. Times change, people come and go, but the kitchen's hearth remains. I am sitting here right now listening to MPR with my mom. She is making homemade chicken soup. Amazing.