This isn’t my kitchen. This probably isn’t even a kitchen, and those hands definitely aren’t really prepping food, because if they were they would be stained pink from the beets. It is a beautiful picture though, and that’s why we share it– it feels good to look at, but it does nothing to teach us about food.
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This is my favourite space in my home. It isn’t just where I dream up and prepare delicious things, but also where I mark my time through a series of small routines: morning coffee, afternoon meds, evening lavender tea. Anxious snacking, soothing mugs of hot chocolate, celebratory drinks– kitchens are for having feelings first, feeding people second.
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