I decided to give you a break with this week’s prompt. It should be easy to use all five senses to describe your kitchen. Here’s what I sensed in my kitchen.
Sight: Honey-stained cabinets, maroon counters, white appliances, cream-colored walls
Sound: Refrigerator humming, dryer in laundry room running, bird chirps outside window
Touch: Smooth counters, sleek appliances, wet dishes drying
Smell: Empty grape juice bottle, nothing cooking, so no aromas from that
Taste: Besides the staples, I can sample dried cherries, Good and Plenties, crackers, milk, orange juice
So now I’ll put these sensations into a story.
Weighed down with a backpack and overstuffed duffel bag, I trudged to the back door of Grandma’s house and opened it. The aroma of cooking onions and bacon flew to me, and I drew it in deep.
Grandma stirred a big pot on the white stove, as if she hadn’t moved since I’d left a year ago. The cabinets were still the same honey color, the smooth counters the same maroon, the dryer was thumping away in the basement, a smaller pot bubbled on a burner.
Grandmas looked up and jumped, then hurried to me. “I need to recharge the battery in my hearing aid.” She held me a hug so tight that I could barely get my arms around her to return it.
“I thought you were coming home tomorrow,” she said, moving back to the stove.
“I found an earlier flight.” I took a spoon from a drawer and dipped it into the small pot. I blew on it and then slurped the sauce. The heat and tang of the tomato sauce tasted like home.
What do you sense using all five senses to describe your kitchen?