The Daily Post has prompted me again to blog when I’m still feeling sick; but this assignment was too easy to pass on.
“What’s the one item in your kitchen you can’t possibly cook without? A spice, your grandma’s measuring cup, instant ramen — what’s your magic ingredient, and why?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us KITCHEN.”
Maybe I’m being too literal, but think about it. Unless you’re on a low sodium diet, every time most of us walk in to the kitchen to cook, what are you going to use? Hm?
I understand the post was meant for favorites, and why and the whole history of it, but this sums it up for me, and I believe for many of us.
However, I do remember my first foray into the kitchen when I was seven years old. It was after school and I was hungry. My single mother worked and God knows where my older sister was. Not that she’d fix me anything. In fact, she would have ensured that I got nowhere near the kitchen and let me go hungry. You know how mean older sisters are. >:-| What did I make? Eggs. And salt to go in the eggs. The dog liked them. I think they were perfectly fine, but I liked my yolks runny, and I had no idea how to make that happen. So the dog got a lot of eggs that afternoon.
Is this a favorite kitchen memory? No, but I would say it’s a seminal one.