Million Dollar Mashed Potatoes
There’s something about the way steam curls up from a
Warm, filling meals that feel like a cozy hug in every bite.
There’s something about the way steam curls up from a
Somewhere in late October, when the mornings turn cold enough
The first time I ever made scalloped potatoes with cheese,
there’s something that happens when you walk into a house
It’s a funny thing how smell can tumble you right
When I think of comfort food that somehow also feels
It might sound strange, but every time I smell chopped
It smells like warmth, that’s how I always think of
There’s something strangely lovely about the way ripe plantains smell
Smells like something peculiar but cozy simmering from the kitchen