On the day of my mother’s birth, I can’t help but think of all the times I took for granted how important a kitchen was to my upbringing. Largely staying out of it as a young human male .However, as I’ve aged, I have learned just how integral this location is. It may be the “flour and water” of many of life’s memories. Tastes, smells, and joint culinary endeavors set the tone and nourish the spirit.