Comfort In Chemistry

Words & Photography
by Tiffany Howard



We'd spent the last six weeks somewhere between Houston and Seattle, packing up our first home to move to a city we'd never visited. Boxes are in, some are unpacked, first things first.

I find comfort in the chemistry, in the familiar process of a recipe I know almost by heart.

Nostalgia smells like my mom's chocolate chip cookies. I think, for my son, it will sound like a KitchenAid and smell like cake. Whether or not the bowl is empty he dips his little hand in anytime he's close enough.

I find comfort in the chemistry, in the familiar process of a recipe I know almost by heart. We move our things into a rented house, but I make it home from the kitchen out.