
it's Sunday in Milan
the weather is slowly changing it's tune, which puts me in the mood for a little cooking
and in much need for the familiar a.k.a. home in nyc
One smell that brings me back to my childhood, is the smell of roasted chicken or turkey (depending the time of year) potato's (mashed or roasted), green beans and gravy.
Whether it was my grandmothers house or my own childhood home, there is just something about that smell, it just feels like home to me.
Cooking this evening I have to admit, I'm already planning Thanksgiving in my head.
love this time of year.
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