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.