Recently, as I made a second batch of triple coconut muffins, I gave grave consideration to all the things that the kitchen has taught me over the last decade. I remember in grade 10, taking a home economics course on food that required meal planning, grocery lists, and as a final project making dinner for my small family of three. How much has changed.
The kitchen has taught me to be patient. To measure. To follow instructions. To ignore instructions. To have a plan.
The kitchen has taught me when to cut corners, when to abandon all hope, and when to roll up your sleeves and make more of a good thing. The kitchen has taught me to be creative, to be playful, to be more considerate of others. The kitchen has taught me to share. The kitchen has taught me to not be selfish. The kitchen has taught me that everything will be alright, eventually. The kitchen has taught me that it is a constant.
I met up with Laura of Zahlicious yesterday afternoon for drinks. She asked whether I was still blogging. I answered no. Like me, Laura moved to Toronto from Ottawa, but unlike me, she has found a way to keep writing about food. Meanwhile, I’m finding trouble cooking every night of the week or baking on weekends. But when I do, I go all out, I make more of a good thing, and I am reminded that the kitchen is a constant in my life.
Heartful Mouthful 
I’m sad to see that you’re stopping your blog. Dare I say it that it was not your kitchen that taught you all those lessons, but yourself? 🙂 I’ll miss reading your writing and your pretty food photographs!
I still hold out hope that you are just having a wee break. You have a voice Kaitlin that many like to hear. Hoping.