My Family's Kitchen
There is no room in the house that reminds me more of when I was a kid than the kitchen. The memories of the incredible foods that were prepared there flood back to me as I read Mom's recipes. In some cases I think the place that made me feel warm and cheer up was the kitchen. Let my imagination go back to my childhood.
I still remember when my mom cooked many things in the kitchen, it would get fogged up. Being in the kitchen at that time was a mystic feeling for me. Many things would happen around me. Things would transform and take on a new shape or appearance and I simply would not know how it happened.
Sometimes our kitchen was crowded. My mom and her friends worked together in the kitchen and helped each other (I still can hear their happy laugfing) to prepare to cook with a lot of different ingredients. As a child, seeing all kinds of spices, smells, oils, vinegars and baking ingredients mixed with each other to become a new shape, color or smell was miracle. I used to sit down in front of the oven and watch the cake rise. There were different kinds of little towels hung up on the oven. I tried to see my little face between them on the oven window. When the cake was done, all of the kitchen was filled with the fresh baked cake and Turkish coffe smell. Oh God, I love this smell and taste especially with milk. I also like the smell of the toast with butter every morning from the kitchen except that it reminded me it was a school day.
Our kitchen was the best place to have a conversation. As I grew older always liked to sit down around the kitchen table with Turkish tea and have conversation with my girlfriends-especially if it was a private conversation. Even today, if we do not prefere to share "girly" things with our father, there is a saying: "Girls, go to the kitchen!". It is a perfect place to whisper, laugh and share some secrets. It is the most inviting, friendly and warm place for that.
When I cook in the kitchen today, if it fogs up, I get that same feeling I would get as a little girl in the middle of the mysterious but comforting warm kitchen air.
I still remember when my mom cooked many things in the kitchen, it would get fogged up. Being in the kitchen at that time was a mystic feeling for me. Many things would happen around me. Things would transform and take on a new shape or appearance and I simply would not know how it happened.
Sometimes our kitchen was crowded. My mom and her friends worked together in the kitchen and helped each other (I still can hear their happy laugfing) to prepare to cook with a lot of different ingredients. As a child, seeing all kinds of spices, smells, oils, vinegars and baking ingredients mixed with each other to become a new shape, color or smell was miracle. I used to sit down in front of the oven and watch the cake rise. There were different kinds of little towels hung up on the oven. I tried to see my little face between them on the oven window. When the cake was done, all of the kitchen was filled with the fresh baked cake and Turkish coffe smell. Oh God, I love this smell and taste especially with milk. I also like the smell of the toast with butter every morning from the kitchen except that it reminded me it was a school day.
Our kitchen was the best place to have a conversation. As I grew older always liked to sit down around the kitchen table with Turkish tea and have conversation with my girlfriends-especially if it was a private conversation. Even today, if we do not prefere to share "girly" things with our father, there is a saying: "Girls, go to the kitchen!". It is a perfect place to whisper, laugh and share some secrets. It is the most inviting, friendly and warm place for that.
When I cook in the kitchen today, if it fogs up, I get that same feeling I would get as a little girl in the middle of the mysterious but comforting warm kitchen air.
posted by Naime | 5:34 AM
2 Comments:
A am agree with you! The kitchen is a wonderful place to have a conversation with girlfriends. I spent a lot of time sitting in the kitchen because of privat conversation with girlfriends!
You have some great descriptions in this posting. I like how you say the memories flood back, "seeing all kinds of spices, smells, oils, vinegars, and baking ingredients." Also, I liked the picture of "There were different kinds of little towels hung up on the oven. I tried to see my little face between them on the oven window." You do a fine job of showing in this paragraph.
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