What speaks my mother's kitchen to me:
– The sugar bowl and spoon, the exact same one since forever, in the exact same place in the cupboard.
– The small old dust brooms laced on a rod for a kitchen curtain.
– The pull-out cutting board.
– The tin cup sitting on the counter that she drinks from everyday.
– The chocolate chips that are "hidden" in the dish towel drawer,
– and those perfectly pressed dish towels.
– Not a single good cutting knife.
– The kitchen faucet with a mind of its own.
– The junk drawer.
– The red checked cookbook.
– Constant children coming in and out,
- and my mother's baking up a storm.
I am glad to come home to the love that surrounds every inch of my mom's home.
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