Smells Like Home

I love it when I have time to play in the kitchen. Next to writing, I suppose it is my favorite pastime.

Growing up in Michigan had its share of frosty days. There were times when the snow would drift, covering the lower half of the driveway, which curved like a horseshoe. That left only one way in and out. Mom referred to it as a “toboggan run”! For you Southern types, a toboggan is a sled. 🙂

During those sweater-wearing, scarf wrapping days, there were certain dinners Mom would make that would fill the house with the most tantalizing aromas. One was Hungarian Goulash. It is a savory dish that has a tomato-paprika sauce that is somewhat like a barbeque sauce, but altogether unique.

Today, as the temperatures cooled off in Northern Texas, I decided to make it. Even though I’m still in shorts, there is something cozily reminiscent in the smells coming from the kitchen. I have also taken the opportunity to make cheese bread, which means a feast of comfort food is on the horizon.

I am so thankful God has given us  the sense of smell and taste! Our senses are truly astonishing when one thinks of what happens. According to Infobloom.com, it is: “The sense of smell, known as olfaction, uses a sensory organ called the nose to pass scent information on to the olfactory cortex in the brain. Diffuse suspensions of relevant molecules, called odors, are analyzed by the nose using a molecular lock-and-key scheme whereby odors are identified by their unique chemical signatures.”

That sounds pretty complicated, doesn’t it? All I know is that as I write this, my house smells like home. It smells like a thousand memories that make me smile.

Love,

Rose