Home is Where the Table Is

Jade Moosman

The first thing that really pops out when you go into my kitchen is the bright orange cabinets.

My grandma decorated the cabinets with adorable decals of birds, butterflies, squirrels, and mice.

The orange is accented by a soft brown which is the color of the drawers and doors. It’s not a large, fancy kitchen, but it’s cozy and welcoming.

The door of the fridge has all kinds of decorative magnets holding up pictures, graduation, and wedding announcements. Near the bottom, you’ll see big, colorful magnet letters for my nephew.

In the top left corner is a picture of my grandparents and around it are small pictures of me and my five siblings all taken around the time I was one year old. If we’re being honest, I was the cutest baby I’ve ever seen.

But moving on, we have a table; yeah, I know, crazy concept, but keep your pants on. This isn’t just any old table; well it is old, but we’ll get to that in a bit.

Metal legs support the white tabletop that has tiny, gold-colored veins and flecks.

This particular table has held the meals of many siblings, parents, aunts, uncles, grandparents, friends, and a whole slew of others. This is because it was built by my maternal grandpa and is now around 55 years old, whereas the house is around 70.

My mom ate off the table when she was little and so did her old[1]er siblings before she was born. It’s a one-of-a-kind table with a very special history.

Now when talking about a kitchen the food factor has to come in somewhere. My mom makes delicious homemade bread, but before that can be made, she grinds the wheat in an old wheat grinder (belonging to her mom) and then makes and mixes the dough.

Obviously, fresh bread is the final product and it smells almost as good as it tastes. Half a loaf or more is usually gone in the next half hour of it coming out of the oven because nothing compares to the deliciousness of warm, fresh bread spread with butter and honey or my mom’s homemade jams, which might include strawberry, huckleberry, rhubarb-cherry jam and more.

The kitchen is the place that my family meets at the beginning and end of the day. I truly believe that eating meals as a family is the reason for my family’s close, meaningful relationships.

When days are busy and we don’t see much of each other, we still get to sit down at meals and tell each other about our day and discuss whatever topic pops up. Having that time together is precious and I feel like that’s not common for some families these days.

The world is busy and sometimes people don’t take a moment to slow down. So what I would say to anyone is to take the time to appreciate the food, home, and resources you have with the people you love.