Descriptive Writing
My Krazy Kitchen
Imagine a place that makes you happy just by thinking about it. That’s how I feel when I think about my cozy kitchen. It’s my favorite room in the house.
Most people would say that there’s nothing special about my small kitchen. If you look closer, though, you’ll notice that the most important part isn’t the wood furniture, marble countertops, or canary yellow walls. It’s the love that fills the room when my whacky family gets together.
Every time there’s a holiday or birthday my entire family comes to my house for dinner. The kitchen comes alive with the sounds of laughing children, my brothers yelling while doing karate moves, and dogs barking. It gets even worse when my mother puts on the radio because she can’t hear well and the music has to be FULL BLAST. Before we put dinner in the oven my mom always starts dancing around the kitchen like a ballerina. My brothers scream with laughter when my mom grabs me and makes me twirl around the room with her like a spinning top gone out of control.
The smells that come from the oven aren’t always good but I try my best. The sweet scent of Swedish wishing cookies and Norwegian lefse (potato tortillas) always call my family to the dining table. It reminds me of a stampede when I yell, “Come and get it!” When I forget something in the oven too long, though, the burning odor chases everyone outside. That’s OK. There’s always enough ingredients in my tiny refrigerator to start again. No one is perfect.
My kitchen makes me feel surrounded by love because it always has my favorite people in it. It is definitely my favorite room in the house. I wouldn’t change anything about it.
Imagine a place that makes you happy just by thinking about it. That’s how I feel when I think about my cozy kitchen. It’s my favorite room in the house.
Most people would say that there’s nothing special about my small kitchen. If you look closer, though, you’ll notice that the most important part isn’t the wood furniture, marble countertops, or canary yellow walls. It’s the love that fills the room when my whacky family gets together.
Every time there’s a holiday or birthday my entire family comes to my house for dinner. The kitchen comes alive with the sounds of laughing children, my brothers yelling while doing karate moves, and dogs barking. It gets even worse when my mother puts on the radio because she can’t hear well and the music has to be FULL BLAST. Before we put dinner in the oven my mom always starts dancing around the kitchen like a ballerina. My brothers scream with laughter when my mom grabs me and makes me twirl around the room with her like a spinning top gone out of control.
The smells that come from the oven aren’t always good but I try my best. The sweet scent of Swedish wishing cookies and Norwegian lefse (potato tortillas) always call my family to the dining table. It reminds me of a stampede when I yell, “Come and get it!” When I forget something in the oven too long, though, the burning odor chases everyone outside. That’s OK. There’s always enough ingredients in my tiny refrigerator to start again. No one is perfect.
My kitchen makes me feel surrounded by love because it always has my favorite people in it. It is definitely my favorite room in the house. I wouldn’t change anything about it.