Do you have a particular treat that instantly makes you feel at home? I'll be honest- I have a few. But, if I had to pick just one, it'd be cinnamon rolls.
Weekend visits to my Grandparent's house almost always involved baking a batch of these simple sweets, filling the house with the smell of cinnamon. As children, my older brother's job was to line the rolls with brown sugar, while I was the one responsible for adding cinnamon. I took this task very seriously, blackening the dough with rapid shakes of the cinnamon shaker.
There's nothing better than a good carrot cake, is there? My grandma used to make it often; the perfect after-school snack for when I arrived off the bus. She'd have tea, I'd have milk, and we'd discuss the day's events, from what I was learning in science class to my french homework.
These days, the bus doesn't drop me off at Grandma's anymore. But, I still crave a slice of carrot cake at the end of a long day.
I feel like my first recipe of the new year should be a salad. The determination and fitness frenzy that is January has me thinking about tearing kale and whisking vinaigrettes while pretending to be sorry for all the treats I ate in December.
Only, I'm not sorry. Not even close.
They say smell is the sense closest associated to memory, and I definitely agree- especially when it comes to pumpkin! Fresh pumpkin or pumpkin pie unlocks a flood of childhood thanksgivings for me.
Of course, there's another pumpkin something that is all over the place every fall: Pumpkin Spice Lattes. The smell of the artificial pumpkin syrup used by many coffee chains has me remembering other things than the warmth of my Mom's kitchen with maple leaves falling near the window.