Life happens in our kitchen. Every day.
Which means it’s always clean but often a mess.
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
Humans like to hang out there and share stories.
Dogs like to sleep there and sometimes snore.
In the autumn, potted plants move in from the verandah.
English ivy sits on the window sill, Scotch Bonnet pepper sits on the floor.
Within a couple weeks, we’ll get dozens of ripe peppers….
… which we’ll give to relatives and friends. (I’m not a hot-pepper person, despite my Caribbean origins.)
Some days the whole kitchen smells of apples, cinnamon and other ingredients for pies….
…which DO include a tip of Jamaican rum, yes, and maple syrup too, since we’re a Jamaican-Canadian family.
Earlier, it was the fragrance of apple and mint jellies -
And as you can see, they’re still on the kitchen table — recent events having overtaken us…
Some days, the kitchen smells of herbs drying on a tray. Parsley, basil, rosemary and thyme.
And onions and garlic, fresh from the garden….
You’d think the kitchen is the only room in our old house.
It’s a wonder we don’t sleep there as well…
HAPPY HARVEST, EVERYONE (except for friends in S. Africa, New Zealand and Australia…. who for some strange reason are now planting their gardens and welcoming the springtime).