My starting point, my launching pad, my comfort zone, my cooking lab.
Site of several triumphs, and many moments of doubt.
Once it was new and sparkly. Now broken-down and drab.
I first entered the kitchen seems like a lifetime ago
Newly-wed, newly-preg’d, not really sure what I was good for
Hub was skeptical of it’s dimensions, perhaps he did know?
I insisted: “Small kitchen, small mess” (my organizational skills are poor).
It wasn’t long before it became my spot; my own little patch
Skills began to grow. Dreams started to hatch.
A lot of time spent indoors -which was not so good for my health.
Some have said: You’ve come so far you’ve done so much
And nice as those words are, they’re not 100% true
I’m still a little jumbled, a bit of a kitchen klutz
But the mess will be bigger flavor’d because my workshop will soon be new.