Kitchens you have known

[TastyReuben]

Ok, this might be fun…I’m stealing an idea from Laura Calder’s “Kitchen Bliss,” a book centered on what roles a kitchen can play in one’s life, and she starts off by ruminating over some kitchens from her past, how none of them were dream kitchens, some were better than others, some downright difficult to work in, but how they each had a certain charm or personality.

The task at hand then, if you care to, is to think back on a kitchen you’ve known, and describe it. Describe it however you like…the way it was laid out…how (dis)organized it might have been…what it did well/poorly…you get the idea.

It can be a childhood kitchen, your current kitchen, the kitchen when you first moved out on your own - it’s up to you.

I’ll be contributing my own thoughts later (it’s getting late here and I don’t want to rush it), but in the meantime…go on and tell us a story about a kitchen you’ve known.

 

[rascal]

Ok, this might be fun…I’m stealing an idea from Laura Calder’s “Kitchen Bliss,” a book centered on what roles a kitchen can play in one’s life, and she starts off by ruminating over some kitchens from her past, how none of them were dream kitchens, some were better than others, some downright difficult to work in, but how they each had a certain charm or personality.

The task at hand then, if you care to, is to think back on a kitchen you’ve known, and describe it. Describe it however you like…the way it was laid out…how (dis)organized it might have been…what it did well/poorly…you get the idea.

It can be a childhood kitchen, your current kitchen, the kitchen when you first moved out on your own - it’s up to you.

I’ll be contributing my own thoughts later (it’s getting late here and I don’t want to rush it), but in the meantime…go on and tell us a story about a kitchen you’ve known.

Same kitchen here for 36 years so our kitchen table plays a big part in my families lives. Pretty much every Sunday is family meal.i or my wife ask the family what they want. Anything from roast meats corned beef or a bbq.
No cell phones just chat. Only 3 weeks in harry (12) mentioned while at the table said " I like sitting listened to you guys talk" kinda like when I was growing up.
Our original table seats 6 but I had a friend make me an extension so we all sit together
I love my sundays and cooking for my family .
I cook an entree main for everyone birthday, kids included.
My wife organizes desserts

Russ

 

[badjak]

Our kitchen at home was small. Sink & geyser, gas stove electric oven and kitchen table (orange top, it was the 70's )
The table was against the wall and could be "wheeled" out to reveal a bench seat.
My brother sat there, I sat opposite him, my mum next to me and dad at the top end (near the little cv).
My mum could just grab whatever was on the sink/counter without getting up

We almost always eat dinner there, and dinner could take forever. It's when everyone talked about their day.

It always surprised me if I went to friends places that they would just eat & get up, or not eat all together.

 

[Barriehie]

Recall a kitchen I had when I moved into an apt. where I was hired as maintenance supervisor so the apartment was free. It had one drawer that was one of those half wide ones and the gas stove didn't have enough btu's to boil a pot of water to make spaghetti. It faced west so, in the desert mind you, it would heat up to 85 °F in there without cooking and the AC blowing full blast.

Didn't work there long...

 

[TastyReuben]

First up, a short kitchen story - the first kitchen I have a memory of is from the house we lived it when I was born. The house was built in 1900, and I lived there from July 1966 until sometime in 1971.

The kitchen…the main things I remember are the tile floor and a small bistro-style table set up in a sunny corner - if my mom ever had a visitor, that’s usually where they’d sit and chat. I remember sitting on that floor while she’d have coffee with a friend, and I remember the smell when she’d scrub it down with Spic-n-Span floor cleaner.

I don’t remember much about the counters or the sink or the fridge, but I do remember one exposed brick wall that I recall liking the texture of. There was also a back door to the house there that went out onto a very small screened-in back porch and then down to the back yard, which was a narrow rectangle.

My biggest memory, though, is of the wall oven, which was equipped with a bottom-drawer broiler/grill - you’d slide the drawer open to access the broiling feature.

Being a small child, I didn’t know anything about that or how ovens worked, so one day, probably just playing a little game with myself, I took the only toy I was allowed to have, a little stuffed stuffed bear my aunt had given me, and stuck him in the broiler drawer…likely just a little imaginary game of hide-and-seek that I, of course, quickly forgot about.

I don’t know how long after that, a couple of days at most, and Mom had occasion to use the broiler, so on it went, and that was the end of my toy teddy - up in smoke.

I do know I was very upset for several days, and I remember very soon after that, driving by a used car lot that had a teddy bear as its mascot, and getting a whipping from my dad because I saw that and was bouncing around the back seat (no kiddie car seats or seat belts in those days!), begging him to pull over and buy me a new bear, because I thought it was a bear shop. He pulled over alright and beat my bottom raw right there on the side of the street - that was the last time I ever asked for a toy, that’s for sure.

 

[rascal]

First up, a short kitchen story - the first kitchen I have a memory of is from the house we lived it when I was born. The house was built in 1900, and I lived there from July 1966 until sometime in 1971.

The kitchen…the main things I remember are the tile floor and a small bistro-style table set up in a sunny corner - if my mom ever had a visitor, that’s usually where they’d sit and chat. I remember sitting on that floor while she’d have coffee with a friend, and I remember the smell when she’d scrub it down with Spic-n-Span floor cleaner.

I don’t remember much about the counters or the sink or the fridge, but I do remember one exposed brick wall that I recall liking the texture of. There was also a back door to the house there that went out onto a very small screened-in back porch and then down to the back yard, which was a narrow rectangle.

My biggest memory, though, is of the wall oven, which was equipped with a bottom-drawer broiler/grill - you’d slide the drawer open to access the broiling feature.

Being a small child, I didn’t know anything about that or how ovens worked, so one day, probably just playing a little game with myself, I took the only toy I was allowed to have, a little stuffed stuffed bear my aunt had given me, and stuck him in the broiler drawer…likely just a little imaginary game of hide-and-seek that I, of course, quickly forgot about.

I don’t know how long after that, a couple of days at most, and Mom had occasion to use the broiler, so on it went, and that was the end of my toy teddy - up in smoke.

I do know I was very upset for several days, and I remember very soon after that, driving by a used car lot that had a teddy bear as its mascot, and getting a whipping from my dad because I saw that and was bouncing around the back seat (no kiddie car seats or seat belts in those days!), begging him to pull over and buy me a new bear, because I thought it was a bear shop. He pulled over alright and beat my bottom raw right there on the side of the street - that was the last time I ever asked for a toy, that’s for sure.

I don't remember mum ever hitting me at all. My grandfather on the other hand used s dog collar. I got s slap around the legs once or twice. When I was about 12 I must have said or back answered him or mum. He got up and I knew what was coming so I bolted out the back door. I hurdled a 3 ft fence that he couldn't.. I waited up the road until that 39 chev went home.
Sorry off topic. TastyReuben
You made me remember.

Russ