I remember the magical times at grandma's
The constant gifts, the love,
And the food,
Oh god the food.
The smells would drive all my senses crazy.
Three hours before I would catch a whiff every now and then
Then I would start hearing the Kzz, Kzz sounds from the kitchen,
The full smells would shortly follow the sounds from the kitchen
I could almost taste it at this point.
I would find myself finding any excuse to walk through the kitchen just to see the magic that was being made.
The last few minutes before we ate I could close my eyes and pretend I was eating,
With motions and all,
And feel it, smell it, and taste the wonders coming from my grandma's magical kitchen
I remember
I remember the magical times of gifts, food, and
Love
