My first kitchen was pea green. Not the pea green you’re thinking. The sort of pea green only achieved by soup-ing peas. My first kitchen was pea soup green. Technically it wasn’t my kitchen. It was my parents’ kitchen where they likely stood sleepless, heating my baby bottles, where they taught us how to hide under the table in the event of an earthquake, where my dad would lovingly stir maple syrup into my cold cereal milk.
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