When the weather starts to turn chilly, I want my oven on as much as possible. Not so much as a temperature control feature, but more an olfactory control feature. I love the smell of things baking in the oven – bread, apple pie, pumpkin pie, baked brie, a turkey, a rib roast, or just about anything.
I was raised by my grandparents, and my grandmother loved baking, too. In fact, she baked everyday. The aroma would hit me at the door every time I arrived home from school or from playing outside. It was comforting. It was home. I suppose I want my children to have those same olfactory memories.