
I walk over to the stove, lift the lids of whatever pots are there. Perhaps do a taste test if applicable...
I then check out the counter tops... anything to taste there?
Lastly, I open the fridge to check out what's new in there.
I just love my parents place! So much interesting food.
It's impossible to leave the place without feeling stuffed. I do it to myself all the time! If it's not the food, it's the countless coffees I seem to have while I'm there. Why does coffee taste better at my mums?
Or perhaps it's just that it all tastes better when we're sitting around a table talking about things.
It's nice and comforting and hopefully, my kids will feel the same about coming back to their childhood home when they've got families of their own.
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I can totally see it happening. I totally remember your mum's cooking, and I have no doubt that if I were visiting - I would be leaving the house so stuffed from all the good cooking that I'd be waddling out of the door instead of walking.
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