For the past week and a half I've tried writing about the kitchens I have known. It started as a writing exercise at the memoir workshop. We were to write our favorite and least favorite memory of the kitchen(s) where we grew up. I have had over four dozen kitchens in my lifetime and they all hold good and bad memories. The average for anyone my age would be eleven kitchens, holding that the "average" American moves every five years. Times have changed for my family and October marks the 17th anniversary in our present kitchen. Before our last move, I had never had stayed in one kitchen longer than 18 months. Sadly the current kitchen has been "under construction" for the past 17 years but if all the planets align and we keep our health, it may be finished in my lifetime.
I've started to write about these kitchens, the center of the universe of most homes. My mother loved to cook so we spent a lot of time there. I didn't have my own room for most of my childhood so it was where I did homework, worked on hobbies and played cards with my mom. My memoir, Kitchen Confessions, will be a collection of light and dark memories.
How about yours?
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