Watermelon Milk Drink

Between cleats at the door and a math worksheet on the counter, Milky Watermelon Drink felt doable.

As it warmed, the kitchen smelled like buttery edges and warm vanilla. I toasted the spices first; it wakes them up before any liquid hits the pan.

The steps read clearly and nothing felt hidden between the lines.

My youngest tried to steal a bite off the sheet pan; tiny fingerprints were the proof.

I paused once to check color rather than the timer; food tells you more by sight and scent than numbers ever will.

The flavor leaned safe; the kids ate it, which is its own victory.

It plays well with a simple rice side; the kids barely noticed the swap from fries.

I wrapped portions in foil for after practice; nobody complained.

Next time I’d finish with lemon or a spoon of vinegar; brightness is the difference between fine and good.

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Fast doesn’t always mean great; tonight it was fast—and perfectly fine.