I still remember the afternoon my daughter painted tiny green dots on a paper plate while my son tried to help stack old recipe cards from my mother. As a forty-something American mom proud of my roots, our kitchen is where culture, cooking, and family stories meet. My husband mans the grill on weekends, my parents drop by with jars of pickles, and my siblings call to compare spice mixtures. That cozy chaos taught me to create a kitchen that feels calm rather than chaotic. When I chose sage green, it was for comfort and longevity, not a trend. If…