As the sun sets and the aroma of cooking wafts through the air, I often think of my family gathered around the table. One of my favorite meals to share …
There’s something special about coming home to a warm, savory meal after a long day. I remember the first time I made Dump and Go Crockpot Chicken Fajitas. The aroma …
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.