Kitchen Dance
The syncopated bursts of laughter compete with the rhythm of her knife. Chop, sauté, simmer, spice. She loves listening to the retold stories the best, the comfort of favorites filling her up as she fills up the pot with stock and stewed tomatoes. Weaving between listeners, her dance builds layers of flavors, future memories.
The spoon scrapes the bottom of the pot in the silence, the last of the gumbo greedily filling one last bowl. All around the room glazed looks and satisfied smiles meet her searching eyes. No hunger here. No hurt now.
The scent of spices lingers. Loved.
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what a delightful picture of family life - no hunger here - no hurt now. Welcome to the challenge and thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteAhh... the family kitchen. A place of comfort and love. This makes me miss my grandmother and her homemade biscuits.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for the kind words! One of the nice things about food is when we have the memorable ones again, we get a little piece of that great moment along with them.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely picture your words paint - great piece.
ReplyDeleteLove your rendering of "family" here. Welcome to the challenge!
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