It’s officially summer. *big sigh* Hello summer evenings and sunny summer days!
We spent some time out on the patio last night, to soak up the onset of these long summer days, sip a glass of wine and talk about the garden. It was a beautiful night after a truly summer-like day. It seemed like every bird around was chattering and singing… At one point a little side conversation sprung up….
A: sniffsniffsniff wow, it smells like… what is that? reminds me of my mom, home, my family.
Wow, waffles! sniffsniffsniff Sweet and toasted. Smell that??
S: Smells like burnt sugar. And wheat? It’s interesting how smells can trigger whole memories of things. How they can have so much meaning.
A: We used to have breakfast for dinner pretty often growing up. Waffles, pancakes, scrambled eggs…
S: That does smell pretty strong.
A: [deep in thought] – thinking of her childhood kitchen and the old waffle maker they had. Remembering the feeling of family all together, throughout the house, as dinner was cooking… (Amazing how fully I was taken back)
. . . .
A: Suddenly alarmed, pulled out of deep thought, BOLTS out of the chair and races inside. Oh my gosh! It’s US!!
The beans! And oh crap, the pots are stuck to the stove!
A & S: Roaring laughter! (good grief!)
[Apparently, burnt pinto bean juice smells like waffles. And waffles remind me of Mom. Steven managed to get the pots off the glass stovetop by prying a wooden spatula under them. And luckily, all that was burnt was boiled over liquid, and our enchilada makings were not ruined after all]
Happy solstice friends! Enjoy these summer nights!
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