First things first

The kitchen sink. For me it's a place to contemplate. You can't really multitask because both of your hands are occupied either washing dishes, collecting utensils to put in the dishwasher, cleaning the innards of the chicken you are about to roast or bathing the family dog. The warm water rising up and the soap bubbles frothing around the stainless steel basin lends itself to thinking. I have the added bonus of a heat vent at the base of the cabinet at my sink so my feet are usually toasty warm. The kitchen. The heart of the home and the family and place where the comforting smell of food emanates. Whether your kitchen is grand or petite, has huge bay windows or is windowless, whether you can seat 12 for a meal or have to eat standing up, it has a sink.
I think about my grandmother at the sink. She would be 99 if she were alive today. I think about the meals she made and her love of the kitchen and the sink. Her hands were always warm and wet and bigger in proportion than the rest of her body. Her preparations didn't take long, a quick salad consisted of sliced raw vegetables. A lean meat, baked potatoes, more vegetables (usually steamed). No bread, no butter, fruit for dessert. She was health and diet conscious before it was trendy. She took supplements I couldn't pronounce and teaspoons of blackstrap molasses and cod liver oil. I think about how she would be in the world today.
She is with me a lot.