Grandma's kitchen on Sunday mornings
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<h1>Grandma's kitchen on Sunday mornings</h1>
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<h2>What we can see</h2>
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<li><strong>Sunday Morning Rituals.</strong> The smell of fried plantain filled the kitchen before anyone else was awake. A radio preacher's voice played in the background, though nobody paid attention to it. There was a wooden spoon that the owner was usually not allowed to touch, but on one occasion, they were allowed to stir with it.</li>
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<h2>The story</h2>
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<div class="prose"><p>The kitchen on Sundays held the scent of fried plantain, a welcoming aroma that greeted the early riser. The radio murmured a preacher's voice, persistent but overlooked, a constant companion to the morning routine. A wooden spoon, usually off-limits, became a rare privilege, once entrusted for stirring. This singular act marked a small but memorable exception to the usual rituals. The details of the kitchen's location and the company within remain unrecorded, leaving the focus on the sensory markers of those mornings—the scent, the sound, and the feel of the wooden spoon in hand.</p></div>
<h2>What we do not know</h2>
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<li>The notes do not specify where this kitchen was.</li>
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<li>The notes do not specify who else was present in the kitchen.</li>
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