Can you hear it? The sounds of Autumn dancing in the breeze.
Can you feel it? The warmth from the oven greeting the corners of your home.
Can you smell it? The drifting aroma of… Sweet. Warm. Welcoming.
The timer shows there are still 10 minutes to go…
I sit in front of the oven on my little blue stool, and watch with wonder through the little oven door window. Waiting. Dreaming. Tasting.
The timer goes off, my mom bustles into the kitchen, shoos me aside, and opens the oven wide. A delightful coziness sweeps from the oven and tickles me with giggles. I attentively gaze at my mom as she picks up the colorful, handmade potholders, reaches into the oven and pulls out the first pan. Then pan after pan she completes her task when all five of them are sitting on the cooling rack. I sigh with anticipation and roll my eyes, as she puts a timer on… again. Mom begins to walk away, but then turns around with a mischievous smile that dances to her eyes. We both are thinking the very same thing! We can’t wait a few more moments until it is cooled a little bit. So, once again mom takes the potholder, picks up a pan, and turns it upside down. It slides gracefully from the pan, and she catches it with her other hand. She sets it on the cutting board. Pulls out the a serrated knife, and begins to cut two slices. One for her, and one for me.
Can you see it? The steam is floating up.
Mom pulls out two plates, a table knife, and opens the lid to the butter. She picks up a slice, and coats it with a slather of butter. The butter instantly melts, and now…
Can you taste it? The moment you close your mouth for a deliciously large bite of the hot, buttery, homemade bread.
2015 Autumn Leaves Challenge – Week 3
Watercolor, Pencil, Ink, Coffee
Size 4 x 4
The kitchen is the heart of every home, for the most part.
It evokes memories of your family history. —Debi Mazar
Such a sweet thing, the reminiscing of childhood memories! Growing up when the cooler days of Fall came around, my mom did tons of baking. Homemade whole wheat bread was her speciality. The aroma of sweet yeast, honey, and freshly ground flour was a weekly smell in our home. Somehow family and friends seemed to just appear more often on those bread making days. But that is why she made so much… to share. To give. To bring a smile to each of our bellies.
What childhood memory has you reminiscing on today?