The house was filled with the rich aromas of roasting meat and vegetables. The air was heavy with the fragrance. You could taste it with your nose. Mom had a roast in the oven for dinner. I didn’t care about the meat: I was waiting for the sweet, roasted carrots that were in the same pan. She had to make extra just for me. Tonight I’m serving roasted carrots tossed with olive oil and lots of fresh chopped thyme to accompany roast chicken breasts.








