Same old Kitchen
I have cherished memories of my parent’s kitchen. It was not a modern, state-of-the-art kitchen. On the contrary, it was an old, poorly maintained kitchen. The kind where the drawers are hard to open and when close crooked.
Every year my parents had sincere intentions of fixing it up, but the most we ever did was paint it in a different color and change the paper on the shelves and drawers. I can even remember the smell of rust in the drawers as I struggled with the old spoons, knives and can opener. Back then, I wished my parents would buy new stuff. But their answer was always the same. “Soon.”
Still we cooked many meals in that kitchen, and shared great moments doing so.
When my parents passed away, I realized how much of them were reflected in those old utensils. They held so many memories. I know we all have a spoon we really like, a knife we can’t cook without, or a favorite cutting board. Somehow all those shiny, new utensils start to lose their appeal. Instead we begin to treasure those old, burned, never-fail utensils that keep so many stories.
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