This work references the idea of domesticity passed down matrilineally. I am depicting myself in my grandmother’s kitchen, just months before she were to sell her house. Living in another country, I imagine what the kitchen was filled with, what it felt like to be in that sacred space of hearth. Traversing my memory, I construct an ideal of cooking in grandmother's kitchen, without ever once having done so. I am examining what the space kitchen means, and what does domestic, feminine coded housework mean to me as a transgender male.