NJM25 in NoJoMo 2014

What is your most vivid memory of the kitchen in your childhood?

I have several kitchen memories growing up.

I have vague memories of my Gramma’s big, huge kitchen, or so it seemed when I was a wee little girl and her always cooking something.

I remember the first house we all lived in, as opposed to an apartment or townhouse, it separated the bedrooms from the living room. Early, early one Christmas morning, I was no more than five, the excitement kept me from sleeping and I snuck out of bed to see what Santa had left.

Well apparently Santa was still there, lol. I heard my Dad, probably putting out the last of the presents and when he heard me I ran and hid under the table. I don’t know if he saw me or not, but I was scared enough that I went right back to bed, lol.

I remember the kitchen in the house we lived most of our formative years in. My mom would be sitting at the table with her coffee, playing solitaire every morning without fail.

I also remember the kitchen in my Gramma’s apartment, after they moved out of the big house. She taught me so much about cooking, little tricks and tips I use to this day. It was always a place filled with love.

Happy Tuesday!!