In my house, the kitchen has always been where my friends, family,
and I congregate. We sit in a circle, hunched over the table
or sprawled on the floor, giggling, gossiping, or just being,
savoring the little moments that always seem so much larger in
retrospect. We're kind of like a coven, assuming a coven keeps
stashes of Diet Coke and brownies on-hand. Here in San Antonio,
though, I'm too far away from my family (Baltimore-based) and most
of my close friends (scattered) to keep this homey ritual. So in
tribute, I've created this virtual space, where the back door is
always open and there's always something warm in the oven.