Wow. You’ve proven with lyrical purity that yes, the smell and our memories are closely intertwined. You’ve woven and braided both with such relatable life experiences that I was ready to tear into the bread for more nourishment than I need, yet I felt like I’d hold onto it to keep me warm, and I wanted to use a nearby napkin to wipe tears.
This was lovely, Joe. I love the scent of baking bread...and, as a fellow boomer, I love the scent of memories of those amazing years.
Thanks, Jen. Baking bread is quite special. 😊
Wow. You’ve proven with lyrical purity that yes, the smell and our memories are closely intertwined. You’ve woven and braided both with such relatable life experiences that I was ready to tear into the bread for more nourishment than I need, yet I felt like I’d hold onto it to keep me warm, and I wanted to use a nearby napkin to wipe tears.
Thank you Joy, 😊 Warm bread is something special for sure. Thanks for reading and commenting.