Wednesday, July 7, 2010
I have had chocolate chip cookies baking in my oven all evening and I wonder if this is a smell my boys will hold in their minds long after their childhood is a memory. For me it is the sharp smell of cinnamon that brings me right back to being seven years old; waking up before the sun to get our cinnamon roll selling booth up at Kobe's swap meet. And what about butter melting in a pot of creamy mashed potatoes...that is my grandma's house, hands down. Fresh tomato sauce bubbling is the first time my husband made me pasta fourteen years ago...every time I make it, it is 1996 again for a split moment. I love favorite smell memories - they are like memories in 3D.