Hot Cross Buns
The warm smell of spices and butter used to mean my grandmother was calling us to the table. On an overcast morning, the scent of cinnamon and orange peel drifting …
The warm smell of spices and butter used to mean my grandmother was calling us to the table. On an overcast morning, the scent of cinnamon and orange peel drifting …
The warm butter scent filled the kitchen as I peeled back a pan of glossy, soft marshmallow ribbon and watched it catch the light like spun sugar. I was up …
I wiped a smear of melted chocolate from the corner of my mixing bowl and listened to the cereal crackle as it hit the sweet, warm chocolate. The kitchen smelled …
The kitchen smelled faintly of vanilla and toasted coconut as I mixed the last spoonful of sweetened condensed milk into a pile of shredded coconut, and in that quiet hour …
I pulled a warm tray from the oven late one spring evening, the kitchen smelling of sugar and cinnamon, and felt a small thrill watching little ears brown and edges …