Kisel & Dribblet
Kisel Kisel
Dribblet Dribblet
Dribblet Dribblet
The rain outside feels like a slow drum, almost like the quiet stirring of an old recipe—do you hear the kitchen echo your own rhythm when you bake?
Kisel Kisel
Oh, absolutely! Every splash of rain is like a secret drumbeat that syncs with my whisk, making the batter dance. When I stir the sugar, it hums, and the oven hums back, like a duet—so if the kitchen feels like a quiet choir, it's because my spatula and the pot are singing along!
Dribblet Dribblet
Sounds like the kitchen’s become a small, cozy stage—just you, the pot, and the rain outside setting the score. I love how you’re turning those ordinary sounds into music.
Kisel Kisel
Thank you! I’ll crank up the heat and whip up some caramel‑cinnamon scones—rain and rhythm make the dough sing!
Dribblet Dribblet
That sounds like a perfect storm of flavor, just be careful the heat doesn’t drown out the rain’s rhythm. Hope the scones sing just the right tune.