something as simple
as reading old recipes
bring thoughts of distant times
of kitchens long ago
of people no longer present
of someone
I used to be
before evolving
into the man in this kitchen
today
something as simple
as reading old recipes
bring thoughts of distant times
of kitchens long ago
of people no longer present
of someone
I used to be
before evolving
into the man in this kitchen
today
We're all on a road to somewhere.
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Nice! and what is more evocative than food and the aromas of cooking
Thank you. Kitchens are the first room I look at when deciding where to live because cooking is such an essential part of my life.
I can almost smell the various aromas coming from your kitchen…what will you cook tonight ?
Pasta with squid & tomatoes.
Wonderful searching of dearest one.
Thank you.
Most welcome,dear!!
This is so true!
Thank you.
This morning, I was the man in the kitchen. I’m not a foodie, so I’d say Madeleines. Staring down at a pot on the stove, I recall other pots on other stoves in other kitchens. Concise comes to mind here, perfect expression in ten lines.
Thank you, Alan.
And thank you for liking my post!