My two-butt kitchen |
THE LULU CHRONICLES
Next
week we will have lived in this country house for fourteen years. We moved here from a house in town that
we’d lived in for 23 years. The house in town was over 100 years old and had a
big, roomy kitchen. Our new house
sports what I call a two-butt kitchen.
The alley way between the sink and the island is truly the heart of this
house even though only two people can maneuver around it at a time.
No matter the size, kitchens are where we
live. It is the one room in the
house that can employ all members of the family at the same time. Setting the table, stirring the pot,
getting the ice out for drinks, and shredding the cheese. Kitchens provide an open forum for
giggles, arguments and learning to help out.
When our sons were growing up our kitchen table
was a tongue and groove antique pine board table. Rubbed to a soft, shiny
sheen, that old table gave warmth to the entire room. Not only was it a great
table to munch Special K on, but also for mulling over the day with a hot cup
of tea. Mail was read there.
Snacks were prepared there. Grocery lists were made there. It was a great table
for laboring over homework… at least I thought so.
Kitchens and kitchen tables are pretty basic to
our way of life. We all have our spots for the dishtowel, the cookie jar, and
the dishwashing stuff.
Centerpieces made up of salt and pepper shakers and sugar bowls are
universal. Nothing fancy, just
functional and familiar--a place to gather around at the beginning and end of
the day; a room that gives us a hand at being family.
These days our little two-butt kitchen serves me
and The Hubs just fine. But when the eight grandkids come it does this
miraculous ‘five fishes and two loaves’ thingy and expands to handle every one
at the same time. This one needs a drink of water; this one is helping me bake
cookies; this one has Crayons and markers spread out on the table—the activity
fills my soul.
Got any kitchen table stories? I’d love to hear
them.
Later,
deb
1 comment:
I loved this blog on your kitchen! It is a special place in all homes that are open to family and friends. You can have the most comfy home in the world, but there is no better place to congregate and relax than in the kitchen, no matter the seat - an old, hard wood chair, a comfy cushion, or even a countertop. It's the place to do life. Seeing that I have been in the Cleveland kitchen, I know that it not only produces great food, but a lot of love, wonderful stories, laughter, love and God's presence.
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