I have a confession to make. I call this blog “Witchin’ in the Kitchen”, but to be honest, I’m not really a kitchen witch. Well, I’m most likely not a kitchen witch as you know them.
There are really as many definitions of kitchen witch as there are people who identify kitchen witches, but I just don’t know if it’s me. I’ve seen lists of things that do (and do not) a kitchen witch make.
For example, a kitchen witch practices more rustically, using what is on hand. I do that, sure. I work with seasonal ingredients as much as possible. My tools are simple – wooden spoons, metal pots, knives, and other basic kitchen tools, plus candles, charcoal for incense, and my goddess figures. All right, then, in that sense I am a kitchen witch. Hmm…
I guess it’s just the whole “witch” aspect. I think the term is a great term and people should own it in a positive way, but when I think of the term “witch”, I think of more than just someone who is wise. My mind focuses on the spells and rituals, which I just don’t really do. I can’t tell you the last time I really observed a sabbat. I know there are other definitions of the word; I’m just talking about my personal connotations. What people think of as “witchcraft” isn’t really part of my path. Although, once in a while…
I just don’t think “kitchen witch” is the *best* term for me. I focus more on showing honor and respect to kitchen deities and to the turning of the wheel via my cooking. Preparing a meal or kneading bread dough is a ritual for me – no circle casting, no scripted invocations. Just me, my mind, my energies, and my hands. But I really don't prepare tinctures by moonlight or mix up batches of *luv* potion.
This is prayer time for me. I chant while I cook. I try to infuse the food with love, healing, and prosperity.
Some would call that magic, but I’m simply praying for the people who will eat the food, and giving thanks to the gods and the elements and the animals that provide the food. I think that in that sense I am more of a priestess of the hearth. That’s how I like to think of myself: a priestess of the gods of the hearth. I keep the hearth flame burning for Hestia and others. I remind others of the changing of the seasons by using what is naturally available at that time of year. My meals reflect the changes from cold and dark weather to warm and light
Maybe I’m just having an identity crisis. Maybe the stress has finally gotten to me, who knows. What are your thoughts? I dunno. I just think I identify more with something like “Priestess of the Hearth” than “kitchen witch”, although I think the term is great and I want to use it. I just don’t know if I feel it.