Twirling around the small space, you reach for a spice in the upper cabinet. You mentally cross your fingers that you’ll find it back there, somewhere.
The sauces are simmering on the stove and the oven is slowly warming the entire apartment (read: my apartment is not large).
Tap tap tapping the wooden spoon on the counter along with some good music, you start to sing along (then immediately stop, because your voice just can’t compete with Aretha’s).
I’m not exactly sure what makes a good soundtrack for being in the kitchen, but these are some songs I tend to cook with.
Hope you enjoy!