For Stream of Consciousness Saturday on lindaghill.com – excuse me while I go pop some cinnamon rolls into the oven.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “dough/d’oh.” Use one, use both, use ’em any way you like. Enjoy!
She sat in grandmother’s kitchen, watching as the old woman kneaded the dough with strong sure hands. Breaking off bits to form into knots and braids. There are no words to describe the smell of an old time kitchen. The fermenting scent of yeast mingled with warmth from the old oven. Rich cinnamon and sweet vanilla consort with the tang of nutmeg and allspice and warm butter lays over it all with an emollient intoxication.
She gazed out the window at the frosted prairie grass glistening in the winter sun. Small beads of condensation rolling down the window while the wind in the winter-barren trees sang it’s song with wild abandon and the whole world whispered “welcome home.”
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Til next time ~Peace ~JPP