Scented Memories

Anika gently smoothed the folded pages of her mother's recipe and got to work.

She heated the oil and tossed in the seeds. The scent of fennel, coriander and cumin quickly filled the kitchen. Anika stirred, easing into the memories - until the spices began to burn.

"Shit!" She threw in the peas and mashed potatoes then took the pan off the heat.

As Anika scraped the mixture into the store-bought pastry sheets she heard her mother laughing, "Why buy? Why not make yourself?"

Anika smiled. Sadly.

Store-bought would have to do.

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Thank you for lingering.