It's lunchtime and I can smell the Cincinnati chili. It's been a favorite since I was a kid. You can't even get the spice packets for it here, but my mom sends me a few in the mail every once in a while. Precious commodity. When I make it, I make it in the evenings so it has time to simmer and the flavors can meld in the fridge overnight.
But it's lunchtime and I am eating cereal. I can smell the Cincinnati chili because it just got dumped in the trash. Because I made it last night and never put it in the fridge.
My African heart
2 weeks ago