I love the kitchen. The warm fuzzy heart of the family. However, my mom and I had a different concept of the kitchen, it’s where food is prepared but we rarely eat with one another. Mom is a horrible dinner guest and I’ve given Mikka that same trait–she criticizes EVERYTHING and uses the opportunity to point out all my faults–and don’t get me started on my Aunt Paula.
The Jasians are the same way. They rarely eat together but, when dad cooks and mom’s not come, everyone enjoys a nice meal outside together. A house can be so much friendlier when menopausal mom is absent.
My computer developed a headache during these last two renders.