"Better than any of my other friends!" he told me, which tickled my soul to no end.
Just now, as he leaned in our sliding glass door and took a long sniff of the supper simmering on the stove, he realized why.
"Arroz con pollo!" His 6 year-old body writhed with delight. "I knew I loved you!"
For me, it's a pot of chicken and dumplings bubbling alongside a pone of cornbread. For Pedro, it's arroz con pollo. What smells like home to you?
3 comments:
Rain, lilacs and fresh air! Sometimes an occasion cow patty.
that's so cute! home to me is anything cooking in the oven or stove or crockpot. the smell of homecooked food throughout the house is heaven to me!
Fried chicken on Sundays, morel mushrooms sauteing in butter on the stove top, pig farms.. LOL
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