One-Pot Chicken & Rice
I can still hear the clink of plates as my little one drags the wooden spoon across the pot’s rim, testing for that telltale simmer. The smell that curls up …
I can still hear the clink of plates as my little one drags the wooden spoon across the pot’s rim, testing for that telltale simmer. The smell that curls up …
There is this quiet moment in my kitchen I never tire of. My youngest rattles the cutlery drawer while I lift the lid on a pan and the smell of …
The kids are clattering plates at the table while a warm, garlicky sauce simmers on the stove and I breathe in that cozy, familiar smell that means we are about …
I can still hear my youngest clinking plastic plates as she sets the table, while the scent of warm spices drifts from the pan. That smell always takes me back …
The sound of lids clinking and a small chair scraping close to the table is my favorite kitchen music. Tonight the pot simmers low, sending a warm, tomato-sweet scent through …
I remember the clink of forks and the soft thud of the pantry door as my kids raced to set plates while a pot on the stove filled the kitchen …
I can still remember the small clatter of plates as my kids set the table, the house smelling sweet and warm, and the slow hum of the crockpot making the …
A bowl of soft cream cheese and brown sugar waits on the counter while my youngest hums a tune at the table. The scent of vanilla drifts through the kitchen, …
I can still hear the clink of measuring cups and the small footsteps circling my kitchen island. The smell of browned butter and melted marshmallows once filled my home on …
I can still hear the clink of my son’s fork against the counter as the cookies cooled, and the kitchen filled with warm cinnamon and sugar. That small, honest sound—kids …