The kitchen is considered to be the heart of the home, and I think that is for good reason. Food feeds the soul in addition to the body, and people gather where the food is, for warmth and community.
Last week I wrote about our kitchen table, which I love. That kitchen table takes up one end of our Very Small kitchen in our co-op home in East Van. I love that table. I really do.
But I don’t love that its current parking spot is oh so very … cozy.
I do love small spaces, and have a passion for making them work. But. But. But I wish that I could wave a magic wand and re-allocate the small space that we do have. I’d erase a bedroom, make one smaller and the other one taller. I’d get rid of an entire floor in favour of stretching out the main floor. We spend almost all of our time on the first floor of our three-level home, which is about 1,000 square feet total (stairwells included).
And the kitchen is perhaps the most unfortunate victim of space-allotment. The condo was clearly built for a family, but whoever designed the kitchen either couldn’t make it more open or spacious, or simply didn’t, for whatever reason.
Poor Jack. She’s a chef after all, and in all of the homes we’ve lived in, she’s never had a generously-sized kitchen. We adore small homes, but do wish that we could sacrifice bedroom space for a wee bit more elbow room in the kitchen. Especially because our kids love to help us cook. And because we’re home with the kids, we cook a lot. Three meals a day, plus snacks. All from scratch, for the most part. That is a LOT of kitchen action.
We only have room for one stool in the kitchen, and it used to be Esmé’s, without challenge. She’s being a very good sport (mostly) about sharing it with Hawk now that he wants in on the fun too. He started out by climbing up after her and hugging her from behind and squawking until she handed him a piece of apple or slice of this or that. Now, though, he wants in on the real deal.
What you see in these pictures is the kitchen in its entirety, save for the stove just out of the picture to Hawk’s right. What you also see is a large reason to put an emphasis on sharing and cooperating from infancy. There’s just no where else to go. Everyone ends up in the kitchen, whether there is space to be or not. And clearly, space isn’t actually required. Just determination and a willingness to be cheek-by-jowl. We love living in close quarters, and is the main reason why we could do without our second floor altogether (except for the bathroom), but we would dearly love to pluck up one of the bedrooms and tack its square footage onto our kitchen.