memories are on my mind this morning. specifically, how scent triggers memory so vividly that you can be transported completely to a particular moment or place.

for me, my childhood smells like this: fresh bread, dad’s spaghetti sauce, honey-mustard chicken (special chicken), dilly beans straight out of the jar, tomatoes (ripe, sun-warmed, on the vine), red clay, compost (oddly, that has a happy link in my brain), vague hint of dog permeating everything, and the persistent undertone of hay.

what do you smell when you think about your childhood?

today, i’m making bread to give a shout-out to a kid who left banana peels for the fairies that lived by the creek. my childhood was kind of awesome.