Hot Cocoa Bomb Cups
I remember the small stove humming on cold afternoons, the kettle singing as children hung their wool scarves on the peg. I would hold a warm spoon to my lips …
I remember the small stove humming on cold afternoons, the kettle singing as children hung their wool scarves on the peg. I would hold a warm spoon to my lips …
A bowl of steam lifts from the kitchen table, and the air fills with warm toffee and cocoa. My hands remember that small, careful motion of stirring, the way the …