Smells Like Home
Today was a big cooking day Chez Kirsten. This morning I busted out a gluten-free bread recipe and gave it a whirl – not this recipe, but that’ll give you an idea. Up until now, I’ve been reluctant to bake my own bread since it always seemed too complicated. Yeast and kneading and rising OH MY! This was approximately five minutes of prep and after 40 minutes of baking – voila! – fresh, homemade bread. For dinner I roasted a chicken. Nothing beats the smell of chicken and herbs and apples.
Tangent: Lorelei hates the sound of the KitchenAid. Hates. She also dislikes the sounds of the blender, coffee grinder and vacuum cleaner. Also running water. Whoever said that babies liked these noises has obviously never met my child. Best way to distract her: Yo Gabba Gabba. That’s right, I let the television babysit while I made bread. Such a bad mother.
The scents of cooking always remind me of growing up. My mother never really made anything fancy. In fact, she thinks the recipes I make are “adventurous,” but she cooked almost everyday for us. Whenever I have stew in the crock pot, I remember my mom getting up early to put everything together for dinner. The smell of roast and onions drifting through the house before it was even lunch time.
One of the reasons I love having coffee in the morning – other than the necessary jolt of caffeine – is that our house always smelled of coffee on the weekends. The sound of a fresh pot brewing is comforting in its familiarity.
For the longest time, Brian and I were a very eat eating out all the time couple. I’m glad we aren’t anymore, I want Lorelei to grow up in a house that always smells of fresh food being cooked. To me, it smells like love*
*Big cheese alert!