One of my fondest childhood memories is sitting in Mum's kitchen while she prepared dinner, baked bread, or cooked my family a treat. We had an island bench in the middle of our kitchen. Mum would be doing her thing on her side of the bench, I would sit on the other side and watch her, and we would chat and drink tea.
I would always snack on vegetables she would chop (my favourite was green bean ends). Sometimes mum would say, "don't eat all the vegetables or we'll have none for dinner!"