Banana-Blueberry Smoothie
I remember a slow afternoon when the light fell through the kitchen window and the house smelled faintly of bananas and blueberries. I sat at the table with a tall …
I remember a slow afternoon when the light fell through the kitchen window and the house smelled faintly of bananas and blueberries. I sat at the table with a tall …
The smell of browned butter and toasted pecans fills the house, and my youngest presses his nose to the kitchen doorway as if it were a hush between secrets. Those …
The warm steam that floats from a pan of tiny lemon-kissed pancakes and the soft pop of blueberries as I press them into batter always takes me back to a …
I can still close my eyes and follow that first smell of coconut as it warmed in the pan, the soft hiss like a small promise that the morning would …
The warm scent of orange and toasted pecans used to slip through my house on slow Saturday mornings, and the sound of little feet padding to the kitchen followed soon …