The sizzling of grease in the frying pan was a constant background noise as I grabbed another vegetable...some sort of onion maybe? That I'd been handed and told to 'chop as fine as I can'
Chewing the inside of my lip, I continued slicing through the 'onion' trying to find the right rhythm as well as the right size that my Aunt preferred. 
It was peaceful.
Learning to make old family recipes wasn't something that I got to do often so to have the chance now...was nice.
It was all nice.