Isn’t it funny how the aroma of certain things can trigger a memory or thought ?
Well, the Wife made fresh bread this morning and boy oh, boy was it good ! The smell, the taste, the butter, delicious. I am told the bread was a basic white loaf enriched with egg. Why on earth had she not done this before ?
The aroma reminded me of far away places and warmer climbs.
The Wife tells me of the fantastic cafes and restaurants in her travels that she visited over the years, a senses delight. Whereas for me, the fresh baked smell took me to a street cafe in the early morning, perhaps just a romantic notion – I know – in reality, more like walking past the local bakers in the morning.