Creamy White Chicken Enchiladas
I can still hear my youngest dragging a wooden chair across the kitchen floor while the gentle hiss of the sauce pan sings on the stove. The warm, savory smell …
I can still hear my youngest dragging a wooden chair across the kitchen floor while the gentle hiss of the sauce pan sings on the stove. The warm, savory smell …
I remember the clatter of plates while my youngest hummed at the table and the warm, sweet smell that floated from the kitchen. It was a small, bright night when …
The smell of something sweet, spicy, and warm drifting through the house makes everyone slow down. My youngest sets the napkins down with the solemnity of a tiny judge while …
I remember the day my youngest learned to set the table. He marched in with napkins half folded, humming, while a small pan on the stove perfumed the whole house …
I can still hear the clatter of cereal bowls from last weekend while the smell of breakfast sausage curled into the hallway. My youngest set the napkins at the table …
I can still smell the sweet chili and lime as my youngest rattles a pile of napkins on the counter, ready to help. The kitchen is warm and slightly crazy, …
The kitchen clock ticks softly while my youngest drags a chair to the table and my partner unfolds a napkin just so. A bright lemon scent rises from the skillet, …
The kitchen smells like warm butter and garlic, and my son is humming while he sets the plates on the table. I remember my grandmother by the old dam, where …
The sound of my kids arranging forks and napkins on the table always gets me smiling, and tonight that small clatter mixes with a warm, sweet smell slowly filling the …
When my two kids used to rush in from the yard, their socks wet and cheeks pink, the first thing they asked for was something sweet to dip into. The …