In the Kitchen

And they did dishes too... Nana and Grandpa D are amazing!

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Sometimes during the holiday, you inevitably find that link to the kitchen. People lean on the counter. Scents waft from the stove and from the oven. The sides are decoratively displayed to tempt you to nibble. There are clinking glasses and plastic cups that fall from the overstuffed cupboards. Paper plates and fine china litter the the sink. Crumbs fall to the floor and toys scatter the walkways. This is the holidays.

In the kitchen, you can be surrounded by delicious good, bad jokes and thick coffee. The senses are dulled from copious amounts of overindulgence. Visitors come and go, but the richness of the memories remains and still more delectable delights find their way into and out of the kitchen.

The kitchen is the hub of the home. It srtikes me as a bit odd that it is a place that I find that I have never quite felt comfortable. I manage to produce edible food from time to time. Every now and then I even have something that is awesome but still...most of the time...the kitchen is not my friend. I think this is why I live for those moments in time that my kitchen becomes a hub of activity and produces the most delcious concoctions. People invade with side dishes, main courses and desserts. Yummy.

Most important, is the memories created and shared. The stories told. Games played and people appreciated for who they are. It is the people that I treasure and the memories that are special. Even more so this year as I know some of these people in my life will be moving on and spending Christmas elsewhere.

So, thank you for invading my kitchen and creating wonderful holiday stories to last me until next time.