Last night I had the urge to eat late at night. I made myself a bowl of ramen noodles with baked chicken, with scallions, ginger, and garlic. As I was slicing ginger, and mincing garlic for the soup base, the scent filled the kitchen and I was back in my mom's kitchen. The scent of those two ingredients will always remind me of mom. Well, that and the sounds of hot sizzling oil.
What reminds you of home? What will remind Stinky of home? I don't think it will be those two ingredients necessarily. The scent of cookies? Another scent of my memories, roasting beef. Mom always stuffed her roasts with garlic. Cooking in the kitchen has always given me a sense of peace and love. I only hope that Stinky gets the same feeling as he becomes an adult. May he know the joys of cooking, and his future wife enjoy the pleasures of the kitchen, on the receiving or giving end.
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