The moment I enter the kitchen I feel…
…ready to eat. The kitchen is my happy place. I love cooking and baking. I create ideas in the kitchen. I nourish growing children with love and wholesome ingredients. I test new recipes and perfect old ones. The kitchen is the main room of the home for me — if the kitchen is stocked full of good food, cleaned, and ready for meal prep, the house is in order. There have been times, however, where entering the kitchen was more of a depressing event. Trying to find ingredients to create a meal seemed so daunting with so few options. Money was tight, hopes were dim, and the family was fragmented. Thankfully, those times are behind us, and the kitchen is once again the happiest room in the home.
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