There's a Witch in the Kitchen
Perhaps your first thought is a love potion being brewed up, or aphrodisiacs being served up.
Or maybe you see salves setting on the counter. Rows of jars for healing, for seeing, for flight.
Is there an altar or shrine in the corner? Are there offerings of milk and bread for the spirits?
Do you think there are charms hanging from the cabinet doors, or just a very well stocked spice rack?
There may be visions of neo-Wiccans cooking seasonally appropriate food for the upcoming Sabbat.
If you're creative you might think of your neighbor whose sugar cookies never fail to end an argument, a special tea that causes you to dream of your future, or a stew that always manages to call someone home, no matter how long they've been away.
Poisoned apples, birthday candles, black eyed peas and collard greens on New Year's Day.
The continued chant of "please let this taste good, please let this taste good." over an improvised recipe.
Lunches packed not only with food, but happiness and love and protection.
Whispered prayers over glasses of water and homemade ice cream to loosen the tongue for midnight gossip.
Deities, spirits, ancestors, family.
I don't call myself a kitchen witch, but I understand how you could wander in there with your cauldron and your wooden spoon and never come back out. There's enough magic in the kitchen to last a lifetime.