Just sniffing the air, he could tell his mother had made chicken and dumplings as well as cinnamon apple pie—the tastes of home. His stomach growled. “I must be hungry for your cooking, Mother.” “I made your favorite meal.” Joshua grinned at her gratified expression. “I can tell.” He looked at his son. “You’re in for a treat, Micah. No one makes chicken and dumplings like your grandmother. And I’ve never had as good an apple pie as the one she bakes.” Micah flicked an interested glance at the stove. Pink crept into his mother’s wrinkled cheeks. “Oh, now,” she chided, fussing with the folds of her skirt. “It’s the apples from this region,” she protested. “The cool autumn weather we have.” “There’s no ‘Oh, now’ about it, Mother. Simply the best.” He leaned over and pressed a kiss to her soft cheek. “I’ve missed you.”
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