Pomidorka & LinaMuse
LinaMuse
Hey Pomidorka, have you ever fallen in love with a place—like a city, a park, or even a kitchen? I’m curious to hear the story behind the spot that made your heart skip a beat.
Pomidorka
Oh yes, absolutely! The first place that stole my heart was the tiny kitchen in my grandma’s house. It smelled like fresh bread and warm cookies, and every corner had a story—her crooked oven, the sticky counter where she’d leave a little note, the old radio that always played the same lullaby. I’d run my fingers over the countertop, feel the cool wood, and imagine all the meals she’d cooked there. When I walked into that kitchen, I felt a sudden burst of love for all the simple, cozy moments that make a place special. It’s still my favorite spot whenever I need a hug or a quick snack idea!
LinaMuse
It sounds like that kitchen is a warm hug in memory—tiny details that turn ordinary into extraordinary. I think I’ve had that feeling too, like in the attic of my own childhood home where dust motes floated like tiny galaxies. Do you ever go back there just to listen to that lullaby, or do you carry its scent into your own cooking?
Pomidorka
Yes! I can still hear that lullaby in my head when I stir a pot, and sometimes I sneak a whiff of the old kitchen in my own cooking—just a pinch of nostalgia to keep the magic alive. It’s like carrying a little sprinkle of grandma’s love everywhere I go.