My Grandma’s Kitchen Always Smelled Like Home
My grandma’s house always smelled like food — pies cooling on the counter, soup simmering on the stove, bread rising in the oven. She could feed an army, and somehow she never seemed tired of it. One of my favorite memories is sneaking bits of dough while she wasn’t looking, only to hear her laugh because of course she noticed.
I can’t cook the way she did, but I carry her spirit with me every time I make something for my family. Even my silly three-ingredient chili dip feels like part of her legacy, because it’s served with love. Someday, I hope my grandkids remember me in the kitchen, not for perfection, but for the joy of always having something to share.
This is a test story based on a weekly One Story at a Time prompt at ProjectImproveMe.com
Why Pen Your Past?
I started Pen Your Past as a sister project to Project: Improve Me. Over there, I share prompts to help women capture their lives one small story at a time. But here, it’s different. Pen Your Past is about connection — a place to share short stories with other women, to collect the little pieces of life that matter, and to pass them on.
Journaling is for yourself. Story Pebbles are for each other.
