introduction Imagine walking into your home after a long day and being greeted by the warm, rich scent of Garlic Parmesan Chicken and Potatoes simmering in the crockpot. It’s a …
introduction When I think of comfort food, creamy chicken and rice instantly comes to mind. The aroma of chicken sizzling with garlic and onion fills my kitchen, inviting everyone to …
My love for food started when I was really young probably around five or six years old. I would spend hours in the kitchen with my mom, clinging to her apron, begging to help her cook. We’d mix dough together, sprinkle flour everywhere (way more than we actually needed!), and cut out fun cookie shapes before popping them into the oven.
I’d sit right in front of the oven, watching as the dough slowly turned golden brown, waiting eagerly for that warm, sweet smell to fill the kitchen. The second the timer went off, I’d jump up, calling for my mom to take them out. I could never wait for them to cool completely I’d grab one while it was still warm, carefully blowing on it so I wouldn’t burn my tongue, savoring every bite.