The Kitchen

The kitchen in my house was used for than just simply eating; it was probably the only place in the house where you could find my all of my family together at once. My mom spent the most time in the kitchen; whether she was cooking, cleaning, or just reading the mail, my mom was always in the kitchen and she made sure it was exactly how she wanted it to be. Before we moved into our house while it was being built my mom would take me with her to the Home Depot Expo design center where she spent countless hours and days choosing appliances and custom designing our house. She chose everything from the granite, to the tiles, to the type of wood for the cabinets, the appliances, the hinges, the sink, and the furniture and accessories. After this very drawn out process was finished and our kitchen was complete I think my little sister described it best when she said it look like a kitchen found in a castle. The room was very elegant but also had a warm feeling to it at the same time. The tiles were a rich creamy off white marble with swirls, the cabinets were made from dark cherry wood, and the appliances were all stainless steel, the granite which was my favorite part was shimmery black with speckles of gold and silver, reminding me of a black galaxy in outer space. We had a large round kitchen table that was steel with a glass top surrounded by large steel chairs with white padding, so large that when I was very young I would have a hard time scooting the chair out to sit in it. And over the table was this chandelier that would light up the kitchen like a flame lit in a cave. My mom also had plants all over the kitchen and glass jars filled with vegetables used for decoration. And when we would all come together for dinner and sit down at the table I would feel like the kitchen was the only room in the house and all was forgotten.