Given that we spend an average of a third of each day in the kitchen, it's no wonder that so many great memories are made there. I remember learning to tie shoelaces with the kitchen's tile flooring as a backdrop to my shoes, and helping to water the plants in the large, wheeled planter my parents built and put in the kitchen. My favorite kitchen memory, however, is something I continue to do to this day:
I remember watching cookies bake in our old kitchen. I had a small wooden rocking chair that I would pull right up to the oven. My mom would turn on the oven's interior light after popping a batch in. The 10-12 minutes that followed were fascinating: watching the dough go from stiff and tall to soft and gooey and, finally, to golden and chewy.
Today, my son has inherited that wooden rocking chair. When we bake cookies, we pull that same chair into the kitchen and I'm delighted to find his interest in watching cookies bake, anticipating them warm from the oven. I wonder if it will stick with him as it has with me?
What are your favorite kitchen memories? Are they from childhood? Or have you made new ones as an adult? Let's hear your kitchen memories in the comments below!