the fragrance of the Kitchen
the fragrance of the kitchen brings me to full awake status
coffee, oranges, and butter are the first smells to which I alert.
the closer I get, the more aromas I can decipher.
pumpkin spice, onions, Worchester and barbeque sauces are next.
I begin to salivate, ready to sample whatever the cooks will let me have.
Cinnamon! We are having fresh homemade rolls too! Well done!
What smells like chocolate? I ask my mother. Hot cocoa, have some.
My father has begun to dunk round droplets of dough into a grease vat.
Homemade donuts! This might be the best Thanksgivings Day ever!
By the time the turkey, gravy and mashed potatoes are ready
my stomach is growling with crazy appreciation
and I have not tasted much of anything yet.
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