Track 7 of the album Toast Left Unsaid · 2026
Simmer Down, Sunday Kitchen Light
by Veda Monroe
“Nana's pot on the back burner, steam on the window. This one is pure Sunday and pure church choir.”
r&b · gospel-tinged soul · cosy soul · 3:07
Lyrics
Nana's pot is humming on the back burner low Steam against the window, Sunday afternoon glow I'm stirring with her wooden spoon, the one with the chip Taste a little, whisper, pinch of salt, one more drip Phone against my shoulder, she's guiding me through Three hundred miles apart but the kitchen feels like two Slow it down, slow it down Let the flavor come around Simmer down, simmer down Love is cooking in this town Sunday kitchen light, golden and low Nana's voice in every pot I know Simmer down, simmer down Home is the taste when you turn it around She says don't rush the onions, let them melt to sweet Rushing makes it bitter, patience makes it complete Funny how that lesson fits a life or a heart Stirring in the small things, that's where you start Candle by the stove top, playlist playing soft Her laugh on the speaker, bubbling, warm, aloft Slow it down, slow it down Let the flavor come around Simmer down, simmer down Love is cooking in this town Sunday kitchen light, golden and low Nana's voice in every pot I know Simmer down, simmer down Home is the taste when you turn it around Hold the spoon, hold the line Her recipe and mine Close my eyes, I can see Her kitchen next to me Simmer down, simmer down Love is cooking in this town Sunday kitchen light, golden and low Nana's voice in every pot I know Simmer down, simmer down Home is the taste when you turn it around Simmer down Sunday kitchen light