Kitchen Chemistry Appreciation

For me, this is about the women who either abdicated a bit of their sovereignty in the kitchen to accommodate my peasant pan handling, or those who didn’t really cook before but learned to love it after joining in.

This is about those times when you’re both home to cook together, when you ignore the gender roles and there’s a synergy about your movements in the kitchen. No one is designated the stirrer or the preparer, no-one is charged with the washing up. You both look at the menu and go about a subtle dance in the kitchen where each places a step where another doesn’t have enough feet.

This is about getting your hands dirty together, the affectionate touching as you move around one person to get another spice or grab a bowl of ingredients to spoon into the mix they’re stirring. This is about finding a time where you can both be productive and still share those important conversations about the stresses of the day or the hopes for tomorrow.

This is about human bonding and interactions, the mix of which results in plates of food and a cleaned kitchen.

I love it when that works, that unspoken understanding and spirit of partnership. Cooking’s one of the few household things that doesn’t feel like a chore to me, and I love it when you ladies share it like that.

Shit feels like home.