Puttering around in the kitchen on a rainy Sunday is one of life’s little pleasures.
A lazy brunch for my love and I, bacon and eggs and greens wilted in the bacon fat.
Grain-free almond cookies in the oven for Witch Class with my beloved Hive. Sweet and salty and chewy, perfect with a cup of tea.
My grandmother’s mixing bowls. A tea towel from my mother. A beautiful hard-bound cookbook bought with scraped-together college student funds. Tools and tips and skills passed from hand to hand in crowded, bustling kitchens full of love and laughter.
It’s warm and cozy in here, full of the smells of good food made with love for those I care most about.
Surely, this must be what magic feels like.
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Kitchen Mages … the ultimate alchemists. 😀
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the truest magick ❤