When your boyfriend appears suddenly in the living room wearing nothing but some aluminum foil as a skirt, a tupperware bowl on his head, and holding a spatula in each hand screaming...."I'm Kitchen Boy!!"
One's destiny or obligation to work and reside in the kitchen, whose specialty is in creating delicimotherfuckingscrumptious sandwiches.
Daughter: Daddy, I want to be a police officer when I grow up.
Dad: Sorry honey, you're Kitchenbound. So what's for lunch?
Daughter: Sandwiches.
Dad: Excellent.
Skillfulness, usefulness, tact, ethics and humility in the heat of the kitchen. Unrealated to: culinary school, restaurant management school, inflated egos, knife bags, and grubby hands of patriarchy (even by cis women).
Ehh, thought we got a new chef in, but they feebly at the knife, and ain't actually worked anywhere challenging in any thoroughness. Kitchenhood is natural-flow.