This month, the blog asked for readers to submit essays about their relationships with kitchens. I submitted an essay about cooking in dorm kitchens, and it made it to the blog!
Here’s an excerpt from Inviting Writing: A Mad Dash from the Dorm Kitchen:
I traveled through a medley of kitchens befitting of the life of a young adult during my college years. Dormitory kitchens were the worst.
These kitchens were dark and abandoned rooms at the end of the hall outfitted with a stove, sink and little else. The rooms always smelled of stale pizza and popcorn from other students’ half-hearted cooking endeavors.
In the three dorms I lived in during my time as an underclassman, there was usually just one kitchen on each floor. I had the misfortune of always being on the opposite end of the hallway from aforementioned cooking spaces. Every time I got an itch to eat something that required more prep than tuna salad, I would have to gather my meager collection of utensils in a plastic grocery bag, go to the kitchen, make my dish, then take it all back. God forbid you leave your cooking tools in a communal kitchen. It would take only five minutes of your absence for your cookware to end up in the trash or in someone else’s grocery bag.
Click here to read the rest of my entry, but also check out the rest of the blog, which provides really insightful pieces about the history of food. And thanks to the bloggers at Smithsonian Magazine for running my essay.