Welcome to Camp Funk

the kitchen

The kitchen in most homes, has always been the gathering place for my family.  Some credit it to the smells of the food wafting through the air.  Others say the kitchen is essential to the family because it's where the most time is spent preparing to formally (that is not the Funkhousers) sit and enjoy one another.

Why wait to sit at the dining room table when you can sit on the kitchen counter, sneak samples of the food, talk until everyone is trying to be just a shade louder than others, lick a bowl, dip your finger in a sauce, or pull up a stool.

The hustle and bustle and unending commotion ...

I love.

We can easily tune out the world at the Funkhouser house and the world continues on.  Water would boil over, sauces would explode, lasagna gets burnt, the phone would ring, doors are wide open.

When life seems overwhelming or uncertain, and that sense of security feels just beyond my reach,, I can close my eyes and smell the smells in my kitchen and rest comfortably.  

In the midst of chaos, in the midst of fear, in the midst of uncertainty, in the midst of love, laugh, cry or dance.