Smells like home.
It tends to our subconscious that governs so many of our feelings, and boy are we creatures governed by emotion. Our sense of smell is so incredibly powerful; it is why supermarkets waft the smell of freshly baked bread towards our nostrils. Why we spend billions on perfume and why so many of us buy scented candles that remind us of home baked cookies and vanilla.
The smell of frying bacon and eggs always brings back the memory of Saturday teatime, the only meal of the week Dad cooked, and us having to be quiet whilst he listened to the football pools on the radio. I simply have to make a roast on a Sunday..Even if I am alone. Otherwise my house just smells and feels wrong. When I return from the school run I love the coffee machine to be on…it lifts my spirits after what is often a wet, windy and rushed start to our morning. And is there any better smell than a homemade cake, just ready to emerge from the oven.
I am going to be spending next week making sure all my baking recipes work well. I will feel like an earth mother as my children return home, (hopefully each day if my week goes to plan,) to the smell of brownie cake, flapjack and pineapple upside down cakes. It will be interesting to see if they notice the aromas and head for the kitchen before they decamp to the land of xbox and minecraft. I hope they do, and I hope we may make a happy sensory memory or two. Maybe every Tuesday will start to smell of cake, just as every Sunday dinner smells like home.
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