Turntable Kitchen.

This is a rare thing for me – a moment of Kitchen Therapy that doesn’t have one single recipe in it.  Instead, it has an idea – one that I’ve come to adore this past year.

Turntable Box

I don’t remember when I first learned about Turntable Kitchen, but the thought of getting a little brown box in the mail with recipes and stories and special ingredients and songs was a little like telling me Julie Child is alive and well and wants me to be insanely happy.  The boxes are imagined by a California couple – she’s a photographer and he’s an entertainment lawyer and together they are an exceptional pairing, like fine wine and cheese or maybe chicken and waffles (because they certainly have soul).

Turntable Ingredients

The recipes are creative, fresh and unique (fennel pollen was last month’s featured ingredient). The music is always good. And the packaging is wonderful. I’ve given boxes and subscriptions as gifts, because those little brown boxes are inspiring.

But Turntable Kitchen has inspired me in even more meaningful ways – ways that last long after the box has been recycled and the spices are gone.

Records

I’ve been reminded of the purpose of Kitchen Therapy – and the power of story. What makes recipes meaningful is the way they connect us to others, take us back to moments embossed in our hearts, and spark our creativity. And that creativity is never self-serving – it is born to share. We long to share. There’s redemption in sharing.

Redemption. That word. It’s become the soul and center of my voice – not just on these pages, but in the living out of life. And one piece of those brown boxes has become a physical reminder of that word.

The records.

Bounds

Each record is now a unique dish at CasaRock. Some are delicate and refined, and some seem to fight the shape they’ve been coaxed into with heat and hands. But all respond, and all are changed.

Chihuly

The ones I love the most are those that seem to dance like a Chihuly flower. They’re used to hold a little salt and bread at the table, or to hold the name of the person invited to share in the moment. They’re used to catch the light and bring color into the day.

Every one is different. Yet every one is the same. Just like you and me. We long for redemption. We long to respond. Even we who fight the boundaries.

Unbound

And now, I want to know how Kitchen Therapy inspires you? What does it mean to you to share good food and good conversation? What have you learned from time spent with recipes passed down from generation to generation or with ingredients that have an unwritten story in them just waiting to be told? Where have you seen redemption?

And if you’re interested in sharing your Kitchen Therapy story and recipes, let me know! There’s a place for you here!

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About Ronne Rock

LIFE. LOVE. LEADERSHIP. AND A LITTLE #KITCHENTHERAPY. Ronne Rock’s heart finds its strongest beat where beauty and pain collide – because hope always finds us in the shattered places. There’s more than 30 years of marketing and communications experience in her bones, and she finds great joy in sharing leadership wisdom as a regular contributor to Orange Leaders and QARA. But more often than not these days, she's with the vulnerable in difficult places around the world, gathering stories that change stories. Find Ronne's words in "For You, Love" the prayer journal that invites you to respond, and in Everbloom, a collection of stories from the Redbud Writers Guild. She is currently writing, "Building Eden: Principles of a Grace-Filled Leadership that Restores and Redeems."   Ronne is represented by Karen Neumair at Credo Communications.

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4 thoughts on “Turntable Kitchen.”

  1. Love this and so glad I read it today! I use Kitchen Therapy so much! I am looking forward to more of it with my mom in the coming week as we have our annual baking marathon next week. It gives us time to bond and talk, something we didn’t do much as I was growing up.

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