After thirteen years, we’re moving. I’m sad to be leaving our peaceful street with our lovely kind neighbours. But it’s time for the next chapter. For some time now, the Marito and I have been after a little more land for the boys to run and play and have more outdoor freedom. We don’t need more house, just some space outside. So we’ve bought a bit of a tip which will take us a long time to fix, but it comes with plenty of grass. I’ll be able to have a proper vegetable patch and I’m pretty keen on a chicken coop. Our architect has been informed of key priorities – space for a nice big welcoming kitchen and a “kick ass pantry” (he’s quite a refined gentleman, I hope I didn’t offend him, but that pantry description summed it up perfectly). Somewhat eerily, the woman who lived there for nearly sixty years had the same first name as me and was also of Southern Italian origin – we knew it was a sign. I hope to spend my next sixty years there too.
So as we begin the arduous task of packing things in boxes I think back on all that has happened here. It is where we came as newlyweds, me a skinny twenty-something bride that the Marito carried over the threshold – how we laughed! It is where we sat in awe and shock and joy after the doctor told us we were expecting identical twins. It is where we bought them home after a long hospital stay, so so tiny that for the first few months they slept side by side in one cot; they’ve been joined at the hip ever since. It is where they said their first words and took their first steps. It is where we took on our first building project, knocking down the tiny crumbling old house to create a modern family home. It is where we got my husband back to health after a very long and very terrible illness. It is where I made decisions about managing my family and career, determined to do both. It is where I have written all these blog entries.
The kitchen, as is often the case, is the centre of the home. Creating meals, looking over homework, having a chat while standing at the stove. Flipping through cook books and magazines and figuring out what is on the family menu. Replicating things that Mamma Rosa made for me growing up, inching ever closer to getting them right. So many things in my kitchen over the years.
In my kitchen there has been food to share with friends, barbecues,
….biscuits made for gifts…..
…and for charity sales
There have been birthday cakes. One year the theme was Angry Birds….
…another it was Lego. I spent hours and hours creating different coloured chocolate Lego men
Then it was onto the Star Wars era
There have also been some spectacular fails. Back in 2010 I saw this recipe in Gourmet Traveller and thought I’d give it a go.
It didn’t quite turn out as advertised (I’ve learned a lot in five years!)
Nor did this ricotta layer cake, also from GT. But it tasted good.
There’s been pizza and gnocchi, always popular.
In my kitchen is where I started what has now become a weekly ritual – making bread, thanks to Celia of Fig Jam & Lime Cordial, who hosts these great monthly linkups.
So my kitchen, I now hand you over to someone else, who I hope will enjoy you as much as I have. Farewell my kitchen!