My mug shot:

Our guest host for this week has come up with a brilliant theme: Inspiration from the Kitchen. Her blog post shows an incredible artistry with this subject and technically stunning photographs. Do visit!
The subject of kitchens, of food and hearth, the center of a home, strikes a very emotional place for many of us, I suspect. Looking at the rich textures and sumptuous opulence of some of the photos I’ve seen so far, I began to feel rather sad, perhaps…nostalgic? I live in a studio apartment, and my kitchen is a simple L-shaped corner of the 700 square feet of my dwelling. This is my first time living alone. My kitchen doesn’t make me think of beauty or art or pride. However, I took a closer look and created a Mug Shot that has great meaning for me. The coffee mug was a Christmas gift from my housemates who live on the other side of the wall. They welcomed me to Oregon with this amazing opportunity to live deep in the woods on family-owned property going back generations. The backdrop is a painting done by my daughter-in-law, who is the most creative and inspirational cook I know. Her smoked/marinated/grilled/sauced/garnished dishes show layers and layers of cultural influence and bold experimentation. The cutting board was also a gift from a family member. It is wooden and incredibly useful, and I’m really glad to have it. So, in my kitchen, I find I am supported by friends and family, which is comforting because otherwise I might simply stand alone eating ingredients over the kitchen sink.
My heritage…

I always love that you bring us into a piece of your world, Priscilla. I love both your mugs for different reasons as you share, because it truly is how things make us feel that matter. I smiled at your story of your mom cooking and not letting you help. It was definitely the generation, wasn’t it? I was different. I made sure everyone helped and now I am often the one who gets nudged out, but that makes me smile too.
PS I love your neighbors and that they knew just how to welcome you.
Thanks, Donna. I learn things about myself that I hadn’t put into words before through a good challenge like this one. Sharing stories builds community….and is a lot of fun!
Yes,. You said that well. I feel the same way.
A lovely post, Priscilla. Thank you for sharing the huge story from your tiny kitchen.
Thanks, Pat. It’s my pleasure to share! ❤
So true of so many of us Priscilla. We don’t really do China and Silver any more. We travel, we hike, we play with our grandkids and don’t worry if they break something. That was then, this is now, all fond memories….but I like this so much more!
It’s interesting to note shifts in culture from a new vantage point. I guess that’s one of the perks of being older and wiser. 😉
Thanks for your kind words about my post. I like the stories behind the shots and they are very different but do tell a story. I have a six piece china coffee set my grandmother gave me, never used but I’ve kept it for sentimental reasons. So I relate to your delicate family cup.
I appreciate the evocative theme this week, Ritva. Brilliant! I think there may be a universal element in the simple tea/coffee cup.
I agree with you:-)
Love your coffee mug and the story behind it.
Loved your nostalgic moments.
Thanks!
You are welcome, my friend.
Excellent.
Thanks, John!
What a lovely post. I was the only girl so was brought up helping in the kitchen, my brothers did nothing, so when I had a family I made sure my sons shared all the chores.
Thanks! I think you did your sons a great service. 🙂
They are all good cooks.
Interesting again, Priscilla. I made sure my two children helped me in the kitchen – didn’t want them to be as handicapped as I was when I moved from home…I was never allowed to help with anything. My mother knew how much I liked to read and paint and walk in the forest, so she told me to do the things I loved. Being a child, and an only child, I of course agreed. She did it out of love of course, but did not think about me growing older and moving out…
Somehow, we often end up learning what we need to know eventually. It may be “the hard way”, but it is a way. 🙂