I am finally restarting my blog from a new kitchen.
It’s taking a while to get use to my new little domain and admit to occasionally opening the wrong drawer or cupboard to reach for ingredients and cooking tools.
I should be a little easier on myself since I ruled in my former kitchen for thirty seven years and basically could get around with my eyes closed.
Do I miss it? Certainly! My new kitchen is larger, newer and very friendly but my old kitchen holds memories of special dinners, birthday cakes, cookies, desserts of all kinds and family growing up around the table.
Again I say that food experiences make some of the best memories.
I was reminded of this when making our favourite Cinnamon Rolls for the first time in the new kitchen.
While making them I became so overwhelmed with emotion and at first couldn’t figure out why.
Suddenly, a flood of memories inundated my mind. Saturday mornings and leisurely breakfasts with the kids, memories of who would get that middle roll, sticky fingers and sleepovers where cinnamon rolls were appreciated and enjoyed.
I finally pulled myself together and assured myself that as wonderful as those memories are this kitchen holds many memories yet to be made and it was time to get started.
In a short while the kitchen was filled with the sweet aroma of cinnamon and yeast bread soothing that longing for wonderful years gone by.
After purchasing our new home I remarked to the previous owners how much I liked the sign that hung over the kitchen walkout doors.
When we finally moved in I was surprised and very happy to see that the sign had been left behind.
It regularly reminds me that although the house that I enjoyed living in for so many years would not be my forever home, my family and all the memories of the wonderful times we enjoyed there were not a part of the sale.