Peach Iced Tea
I stood in the low light of my kitchen one late summer evening, a spill of peach-scented steam rising as I tasted a spoonful of the tea I had been …
I stood in the low light of my kitchen one late summer evening, a spill of peach-scented steam rising as I tasted a spoonful of the tea I had been …
I pulled a tray of hand pies from the oven late one night, and the kitchen smelled like warm sugar and summer cherries. The tops were golden and the edges …
I pulled the warm pan from the oven just as twilight pushed a lemony glow across the kitchen counter, and the first breath that rose from the cake smelled like …
I pulled the pan from the oven and paused, letting the steam curl up and carry away the first bright, green scent of broccoli and the warm, cheesy perfume of …
I caught the kitchen light on a jar of honey once, late and quiet, and that glow nudged me back to the butter bowl, curious to see what would happen …
I turned the oven on for no other reason than curiosity, and the small kitchen filled with a bright lemon scent that felt like a secret worth keeping. I remember …
Lifting the lid of a hot skillet and catching that first burst of steam feels a little like opening the oven to a tray of warm cookies. The smell is …
The warm scent of butter and cocoa met the tang of cream cheese the first time I pulled a pan of Cheesecake Brownies from my oven and knew I had …
The oven light haloed the small kitchen as I took the tray out, and the first deep chocolate scent rose like a soft invitation. I remember testing this batch late …
I pulled the pans out of the oven one late evening, the kitchen warm and quiet, and watched the top of the cake wrinkle just so as steam rose and …