It’s common knowledge that the kitchen is the heart of the home. You can do a lot more than cook there. (Raise your hand if you’ve seen “9 1/2 Weeks”. Be honest, folks; no one’s watching.)
While cleaning is not my idea of a good time, I get an immense pride at seeing my kitchen clean after a major meal project is completed. When I can stand in the doorway, listening to the hum of the dishwasher doing its job, seeing all the counter space once again open and gleaming, the stove as white as when it first came out of the packing crate…oh yeah. That’s what I call fun. Better still if, while I’m standing back, my belly is blissfully full and my mind can roll through the good time my family and I had there just a short time before.
But to get to that point, there’s work, and if there’s work, there should be music, right? Of course.
The best thing I ever bought for my kitchen was a tiny little cube radio/iPod dock. It’s not a Bose but it creates sound that keeps me moving, inspired, thinking and feeling. Every morning my son starts the routine by clicking on the local top 40 radio station, then sorting the daily vitamins for himself and his brother. When the boys leave for school, I pour my second cup of coffee and switch on some high-energy music to get me moving in a higher gear. Lately my favorite is Ne-Yo’s “Beautiful Monster.” Also great for use on the treadmill.
At the end of the day, I’ll come home from the gym, plug the iPod into the charger, and dance around “Risky Business” style as I make dinner. I’ll sing if the key is close to mine, or even if it’s not. (I always wanted to be a soprano, but I’m a born alto. I still try, though I know when to let Adele hit the notes I can’t.) The acoustics in the kitchen aren’t half bad, though I bet the neighbors and my oldest wish they weren’t. His room is directly above the kitchen. He’s often the first to know when dinner’s ready. He comes down the stairs, sniffing, before the timer goes off.
As the boys eat their dinner, I’ll stand by the sink, sipping a glass of wine, and we’ll talk about our day. Anyone who thinks teenagers don’t open up hasn’t met my 17 year old son. In the last few months, the kitchen has been the place of sharing and laughter. I’ve caught my youngest son eating with both hands so he can get to dessert faster. Tell me he’s not his mother’s son. 🙂
It’s fun to sit on the couch at night after a long day and relax, watching TV while knitting/crocheting or even napping, but lately I’ve learned that it’s absolutely true: the kitchen is the heart of the home.
Now it’s your turn. Tell me what fun stuff YOU do in the kitchen!