As I unpacked my hoard of herbs, spices and teas, memories flooded all over my new kitchen. Although I am a sub-mediocre chef, I like to host people at my home. Delightfully, my guests always leave something behind. On the hot drinks shelf, I smell warm conversations with friends hidden in tins and teabags. There is hot chocolate left over from a Mexican-themed night, when we brewed it on the stove with chili and topped it off with tequila. A gift of English mint tea reminds me of birthday brunch with a friend, while Mittal’s Darjeeling was a present from a visiting friend’s mother. I found a mate kit from Argentina, a memento from a wedding.
Making memories in the kitchen
Making memories in the kitchen
Making memories in the kitchen
As I unpacked my hoard of herbs, spices and teas, memories flooded all over my new kitchen. Although I am a sub-mediocre chef, I like to host people at my home. Delightfully, my guests always leave something behind. On the hot drinks shelf, I smell warm conversations with friends hidden in tins and teabags. There is hot chocolate left over from a Mexican-themed night, when we brewed it on the stove with chili and topped it off with tequila. A gift of English mint tea reminds me of birthday brunch with a friend, while Mittal’s Darjeeling was a present from a visiting friend’s mother. I found a mate kit from Argentina, a memento from a wedding.