Grandma's Kitchen

I grew up with my cousins, like they were my brothers and sisters. My Grandmas was the glue that held my entire family together. A lot of our time as a family was spent in the kitchen, eating, making sugar cookies for Christmas, talking, and relaxing. Food that was made in that kitchen and conversations that were made in that kitchen were what brought my family so close together.
             I remember my Grandma's kitchen, more than any other room throughout my whole entire childhood. I remember sitting on the wooden chairs at the long wooden table. That table was a medium golden brown color, the same color as an oak tree branch. That table so was big that it could have fit my entire family at it, with room left over. Above the table was a picture of Jesus' last supper. That picture was very long and had many beautiful colors. As a child that picture seemed as if it was a thousand feet long. Having faith in the Catholic religion was also another thing that kept our family together. That picture of Jesus made me think of the time I got my first Holy Communion, I wore a long white dress, had tight curled hair, and a white headband. I felt so beautiful that day and I was able to share that lovely experience with the most .
             Kelly 3.
             important people in my life, which included my father, cousins, aunts, and of course my Grandmother. Every time I see a depiction of that picture now, I think of my grandma's love she had for me and everyone around her.
             When I sat at that big wooden table I could see where my Grandma was standing; slaving over the stove, with a big pot of spaghetti. I could hear the sizzling of the hamburger meat cooking and the water boiling over the tall pot. The sauce was so yummy, with bell peppers, onions, garlic, tomatoes, hamburger meat, salt pepper, noodles. The sauce was a bright red color, the same color as a ripe cherry tomato and the smell was intoxicating. It is making my mouth water just thinking about it.