A DECADE ago, if someone had told me that one day Id choose to make my kitchen smaller, I would have cackled in his face. After all, thanks to my professional work as a food writer and recipe developerand my side gig as mom to a young boy with a bottomless appetiteits the room in which I spend about 88% of my waking life. Yet last year, when my family began overhauling a 1906 row house in Windsor Terrace, Brooklyn, that was exactly the choice I made. The reason: I wanted to make room for a scullery.