The kitchens were the hues of light upon cloud, of the kinds of creams and greys that soothed. And so the blues of dishes and the rich browns well cared for woods became as welcome musical notes upon a score.
The kitchens were equally places of great art and great hygiene, for to cook is to clean and have well ordered systems for sanitisation.
The kitchens were the birthplace of the most homey of aromas, the kind of fragrances that spoke directly to the best of our memories together.
To work in the kitchens is to work for the love and nourishment of others, to give of yourself, to put your soul into the food.
Our kitchens were the heart of our homes, the source of the good aromas that brought the best of family sprits to life.
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