Kitchen. It’s the most important, and at times the most stressful part of the house.
I love my kitchen.
It’s my little abode where I can get angry, sad, passionate, happy, stressed. It’s a little weird, but I find cooking one of the few things I can apply myself and get something viable out of my efforts. Whether its a pie, a bowl of pasta, or a hearty burger. I get something. Much like writing.
I’ll stop with being all deep and philosophical here. But I will say, what makes a kitchen is what you put into it, and that includes all the pretty little things like a toaster, mug tree, slow cooker, mixer or kettle.