The favorite place in my home is without a doubt the kitchen. Not because I’m a cook or anything, but because that’s where we spend most of our time in the early evening and also the location of my nightly pop-up art studio. These two residents of my kitchen are dear to me because the KitchenAid mixer is used for making waffles and ice cream and the French press produces coffee. The mixer is used for many other things as well, but the fact that it aids in the creation of such wonderful things puts it at the top of my list. I’ve established in earlier posts that I can’t cook at all. I did try really hard to cook a few times, and felt good that what I made was indeed rather edible. But all it served to prove was that I wasn’t meant to be a chef, so I’ve become the kitchen help and just take care of the cleaning up.
Philippe is truly a chef. He can do that seemingly magical thing of taking random ingredients and turning them into cuisine. Like those people on those challenge shows who only have bacon, squid, and ketchup, yet manage to produce something that looks like it could be served at a fine restaurant. Sometimes, I look in the refrigerator to find what seems like completely empty shelves and yet, he manages to create something incredibly delectable. Cooking is indeed an art form and he is an artist. I try not to think too much about the fact that he can also draw and paint with equal aplomb, and just rest easy in the fact that I at least married up.
And each evening, as I grab my paint brush, music is playing and we’re singing along to whatever comes on. Lunging for the keyboard of the computer to fast forward Spotify when some drunk rap star uncermoniously stumbles into the middle of a lovely pop song. I lose all since of time, though I know I need to quickly finish before the food arrives. Somehow, once again, I’ve managed to make something just in the nick of time, even though this time, much like last time, it seemed impossible. That’s the magic of our little kitchen. And that’s why it’s my favorite place in my home. It’s less about making memories and more about just enjoying each little moment. Sometimes it’s the simple little routines in life that matter the most.