If I walked into the kitchen without washing my hands as a kid, I'd hear a loud 'A-hem!' from my mother or grandmother. Now I count on other people to do the same.
My grandpa was a country singer, and I started learning guitar from him, just at the kitchen table when I was younger, and I got really into it.
My favourite place to eat is my grandma's kitchen. She makes a mean crab cake.
The thing I like most in my kitchen is my marble counters. Everybody said not to use marble because it's fragile, it stains, it cracks, and it doesn't remain beautiful. But I love marble.
I'm afraid sometimes I cram too much into my schedule. And I'm not very domesticated. I'm absolutely hopeless in the kitchen.
The kitchen is tough. It's one of the last bastions in civilized culture that sets out to crush the spirit.
Polenta is one of those ingredients that in many homes spends its days at the back of the kitchen cupboard, on the 'no one knows quite what to do with it' shelf.
In department stores, so much kitchen equipment is bought indiscriminately by people who just come in for men's underwear.
My kitchen was built for my body. It forms a 'U' in the middle of the living room and dining room. It's not huge, because I don't like huge kitchens.
My mum was slightly disgruntled with cooking and being in the kitchen.
If my kid couldn't draw I'd make sure that my kitchen magnets didn't work.
My kitchen is limited at best. I have one drawer. But I make do with what I have; it's taught me to be super efficient in terms of how I clean and how I put things away.
I won't say that women belong in the kitchen, but they don't belong in the dugout.
The podcast by 'The Kitchen Sisters' celebrates the staggering variety of a society of immigrants via its food, from the Sheepherders' Ball in Boise, Idaho, through the favoured cuisine of Emily Dickinson to the unbelievable rituals of the great rural barbecue.
The entrepreneurial spirit has moved from the garage in high-tech to the kitchen in food.
Some of our most exquisite murders have been domestic, performed with tenderness in simple, homey places like the kitchen table.
With the Monday Night Wars, it was almost a pay-per-view every single Monday between the two factions because they were trying to throw everything but the kitchen sink to win the ratings war.
I write stuff down. I have a chalkboard in the kitchen where I will scrawl stuff down if I have a faint outline of an idea. And I'll go into my office or whatever. But that goes from format to format.
It seems kind of silly, but it's really nice to chill in the kitchen with a friend and bake. It relaxes me, and mixing is probably my favorite part.
What feats of ingenuity have we not been forced to perform, at times, in order to meet our customers' wishes? Those only who have had charge of a large, modern kitchen can tell the tale.