To us kitchens are where life plays out. When you think of childhood, you’re invariably pulled back to a kitchen table somewhere. Mum’s arms. A sauce bubbling on a hob. A swirl of memory, smells and sounds. The late-night rows and cheers. The midnight feasts. Laughter, shouts and tears. The snap of crackers. A ring of candles. Licking the cake bowl clean. It’s all there. Every tea-ringed stain, the swish of scratches. The scattered hoops of watermarks. The flecks of paint. It all tells a story. Your whole life, laid out like memory.
This is what kitchens are for.
And why we make them.