When I think of a kitchen, I am brought back to childhood. Isn’t everybody? Mom’s (or Dad’s) cooking up something for the family dinner, kids gathering around trying to get a taste. The aroma of a home cooked meal brings the family flocking to the table to enjoy a meal together. Later in life (z.B. as a college student) we still flock home for a meal when we can. Anything to beat Ramen Noodles for the 5th night in a row, which they have here too by the way. We come for the food, but we stay for family. It is engrained in us all that desire to be together, especially around the table.
For college students, the one thing that always brought me to anything, free food. I came for the food, but I stayed for the fellowship. That is what the kitchen in our campus house will provide. Food. Lots and lots of food. I could end it here… but I’ll give more details of what I see.
We all love to cook in our own special ways: Beth loves to bake bread and make pizza, Stef loves to cook Asian food, I love to experiment with Italian recipes and Chandler is the grill master. We all see ourselves cooking meals for students, having cooking groups with students and hanging out in what is definitely the most unique room in the house with students, talking about life while simmering, rolling, stirring, watching, and whatever else one does to prepare food.
February 5th, 2009 at 3:21 pm
what about the chicken strips? wings? and burgers?