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I wasn’t allowed in the kitchen when I was a girl. Most days our cook, Dominador, guarded his domain like a big Philippine Water Buffalo. He was an amazing cook, but not a friendly one. He didn’t have time to indulge, much less involve, a seriously curious six-year old.
But for all this, I could forgive him. Just one bite of his chocolate chiffon pie, I could taste the love hidden in his closed heart. No one could cook and serve such heavenly sweets without being secretly sweet inside.
Now, my kitchen is the center of our home. It’s where I cook of course, but it’s where Stella or anyone for that matter is welcome to join in the fun.
The kitchen is my favorite room of the house. Here I read before the day starts, pay bills or just chat on the phone. I’ve often said to Greg, we really only need two rooms in our house, a kitchen and a bedroom.
Thinking about it, I believe if we moved the bedroom into the kitchen I’d be the happiest woman on earth!